Moments of complete silence are much more common out here on the edge of West Side than they are in the center of the city, particularly during the night. Without the constant traffic, the advertisements from holo-screen billboards, and the overly loud music blaring from the various night clubs peppering the area around where you used to live, it's almost like you're living in a different city entirely...and to be honest that's not actually far from being wrong. West Side was the 'lucky' part of Detroit that managed to avoid the worst of the damage from the battle with Doctor Destroyer that practically leveled most of the city and violently ended tens of thousands of lives, civilians, heroes, and villains alike.

Unfortunately for those that thought they had managed to live through the attack largely unscathed, aside from the horror of the day, when Millennium City was built over the rubble and ashes of the former city, West Side was largely ignored and has since delved even deeper into crime and decay than the level it had been at before the attack, becoming a haven for various gangs and super villains. Only recently have people's eyes turned back onto the forgotten section of the city to try and help those they largely ignored. While the mayor and police have been making large pushes to genuinely clean up West Side, many heroes who don't actually hail from it's crime-ridden streets are either too busy with trying to maintain their own neighborhoods, don't realize the truth of how down trodden the people here are, or simply don't care- content to merely bask in the adulation of the public in the more welcoming and technologically advanced center of Millennium City.

When Kaitlin brought you out here to the row of condemned buildings near the docks you weren't quite sure what to expect, aside from maybe getting the chance to try and see if you could shoot lightning bolts or something. What you actually got, for good or ill, was a workout from hell worse than any other that you've ever had, largely due to the heavy inclusion of your new powers and being forced to try to control the voltage of different attacks. It took you the better part of four hours, but you did finally manage to figure out how to avoid frying anybody that you shoot lightning at...unfortunately you've found that there doesn't really seem to be much of a middle ground to your attacks; they're either extremely dangerous and liable to kill somebody within one or two strikes or, if the instruments Argonza brought along are to believed, they're watered down enough that they require more like three or four low-powered hits in order to ensure that you don't turn somebody into a vegetable or otherwise seriously jeopardize their health. You expect that, given some experience, you might be able to toe the line a bit easier but for now you're not particularly comfortable with the idea of accidentally melting somebody's brain just to save a little bit of time.

Thoughts of hospitalized thugs are shoved from your mind in favor of more immediate problems as you see your crimson-clad trainer or, in your opinion, your slave driver get up from the crate she was sitting on and making her way towards you. "Alright, Mike, that's enough of a break for now. Go ahead and get up, we're gonna do one more quick match and then we can head back for the night. It's getting late and you've done pretty good tonight." She says, extending her hand in an offer to help you up.

You let out a small groan at the news that she expects you to fight her again, though you know better by now than to try and contradict what she tells you, before accepting her hand and allowing her to pull your sweat-soaked form back up to your feet. In any normal circumstances you should feel completely exhausted with the amount of activity you've done tonight, and you are pretty damned tired, but thankfully you've found the reason as to why your nicks and cuts were healed last night when you absorbed your electricity. You're able to absorb the electricity from just about anything that runs on it or has it flowing through it and use it to heal yourself and give you a boost of energy. It doesn't seem to be a cure-all unfortunately, as your soreness can attest to, but it does help you keep going longer than you'd thought possible.

Kaitlin eyes you critically as she lets go of your hand, "You alright? Do you need to sit down a bit longer or some water?" She asks, a small note of concern tinging her voice.

Blowing out a resigned sigh you shake your head, "No, let's just get this over with so we can get back to your apartment. I'm not sure whether I'm looking forward to a shower or not right now..." You mutter tiredly, unable to avoid grimacing at the memory of last night's discovery that standing under the stream of water was now distinctly uncomfortable rather than being relaxing.

The heroine pats you on the shoulder sympathetically, though it's impossible to ignore the small amount of amusement on her face at your predicament, "Alright, we'll get to it then." She replies, before lifting up off the ground and hovering away from you before dropping back down just about ten feet away. "You ready?"

I'll update the story cut tomorrow #1. You post threads faster then I read. :)

You crack your neck before nodding and bouncing on the balls of your feet, "About as ready as I can be." You shoot back, smiling reluctantly beneath your mask as she nods back.

"Alright. We're starting...now!"

The moment the words exit her mouth she surges forward, easily covering the distance between the two of you in just a few seconds. You just barely manage to dodge to the side and duck under the deliberately sloppy haymaker she throws at you, before backpedaling so that you've got a little bit of room to maneuver while she spins and tries to catch you with a 'gentle' kick that you're pretty sure would have sent you flying. Thankfully she misses you that time too, though you're not sure whether or not that was on purpose or not seeing as how she's, supposedly, been going easy on you all night in an attempt to let you get used to using your powers.

Either way it doesn't particularly matter right now, as you need to decide what you're going to do. The way you see it you've only got a few options at the moment, the most obvious of which are to close back in and try and land a few hits of your own or to try and put a bit more distance between the two of you and toss some lightning bolts at her. You'll admit that it hurts like hell to punch her, in fact you thought that you broke your hand the first time you did it, but it's obvious that your lightning-enhanced attacks don't exactly tickle for her either, on the other hand if you try and separate yourself from her you might be able to get in a couple of shots off before she closes back in...either way you'd better make your chances count. Of course you could avoid directly engaging her in favor of leading her on a dance around the area until you can find a spot that'd be more advantageous to you, but from the looks of it you'd probably have to go quite a long ways...it'd be a hell of a chase for you given your lack of energy, and the only things you haven't siphoned the power from in the immediate area are the boxes up on the power lines.

What are you going to do? No matter what you choose roll 3d10.
>Close in for a physical attack. You may not be as strong or tough as she is, but you can still pack a hell of a punch.
>Fall back and attack her at range. There's no way you're going to win this fight in close range, not when her powers are made for it.
>Start a game of cat and mouse. This isn't the right place to do this, you need to fight smart if you're going to win against her.
>Write-in.

Rolled 1, 7, 5 = 13

>>32355415
>Start a game of cat and mouse. This isn't the right place to do this, you need to fight smart if you're going to win against her.

Rolled 3, 8, 10 = 21

>>32355415
Option 3. Let her back us to some power source, then tap it and try to ark a few joules (low power attack) into her. Lightning should be pretty hard to dodge.

Rolled 9, 5, 2 = 16

>>32355415
>>Fall back and attack her at range. There's no way you're going to win this fight in close range, not when her powers are made for it.

>13, 21, 16. Regular Success.

>Writing to run away.

It's taken you a few times of trying to fight her head on, but after getting more bruises than successes you've managed to learn the lesson that the only way you're ever going to beat Kaitlin in a fight is if you play it smart and use your surroundings to your advantage. After all there's no such thing as a fair fight and that goes double when the fight in question involves anybody with super powers. You dodge another kick from the heroine before jumping back and throwing both of your hands out in front of you, pushing out a near-solid wall of electricity at her that tears a surprised shout from her as it forces her to dive to the side to avoid it.

Rather than wasting time looking at the results of your attack, however, you spin on your heel and start sprinting away from her, in the direction of a large stack of connex crates that sit parallel to a power line with a transformer attached to it. You're a bit uncomfortable with the thought of getting up there and trying to mess with that, but so far it seems like you're immune to electrocution, so you don't see why that would be any different. Past the connex crates you can see a more open area next to a building lit up with several outside lights that are shining brightly through the night.

You decide that, for the moment at least, that's probably your best option in terms of fighting areas, seeing as how you don't want to accidentally start a fire or blow anything up if you miss her. With that thought in mind you change directions and look over your shoulder to see where Kaitlin is, which you regret doing almost immediately as you see that she's pushed herself up off the ground and is soaring towards you, you've got no doubt that she'll be able to catch up to you before you manage to get to the clearing.
(1/2)

Suddenly you're not so sure about your choice to run from her, but there's nothing to be done about it now aside from keep going and try to find a place to fight, seeing as how you're pretty sure you'll tire out before she does. As your eyes turn back to your front, finding the connexes again, you realize that while it wouldn't take her long to get up to you, that might be a good place to run if you want to see more of the area around you, and it's almost the only way you can go if you want to get up to the power lines...after all those are looking just a bit more appealing now that you know your next closest source of electricity is probably out of reach. You suppose that you could also toss a couple of lightning bolts at her to try and slow her down, though you doubt that they'd connect at your range and with the speed she's moving.

What should you do?
>Just keep running towards the clearing. You're sure you can make it if you push yourself. [roll 3d10]
>Go to the stack of crates. Use them to scout out the area a little better.
>Go to the stack of crates. Use the position to reach the power lines and try to drain the electricity.
>Write in.

Also,
>Are you going to try to slow her down by shooting at her? [roll 3d10]

Rolled 1, 8, 1 = 10

>>32356330
>Go to the stack of crates. Use the position to reach the power lines and try to drain the electricity

and rolling for:
>Are you going to try to slow her down by shooting at her? [roll 3d10]

Rolled 4, 6, 8 = 18

>>32356330
>Are you going to try to slow her down by shooting at her? [roll 3d10]
>Go to the stack of crates. Use the position to reach the power lines and try to drain the electricity.
AND THE BITCH SAW JULIO'S DIVINE FURY AND TREMBLED

Rolled 5, 6, 8 = 19

>>32356330
>Go to the stack of crates. Use the position to reach the power lines and try to drain the electricity.
Gottah recharge
Rollan for Shootan

>10, 18, 19. Regular Success.

>Writing to shoot and climb.

Rolled 6, 4, 5 = 15

>>32356408
Julio divine fury. I loled.

Your heart pounds in your chest as you slow down for a moment to spin around, hurling a lightning bolt at her as you do so. The sound of thunder roars to life and shatters the relative silence that had up until now dominated this part of the docks, though you're thankful that the sound is not nearly as deafening as you were afraid it might have been most likely due to the smaller amount of lightning.

While you don't see the attack connect, having already spun back around, you do hear the heroine let out a shout of pain and you slow just slightly to look over your shoulder and make sure you didn't seriously hurt her. From the looks of things your bolt did little more than send her flying back down onto the ground and give her a bright red welt where it connected on her arm, though you're sure she'd be a bit worse off if it wasn't for her powers. Confident in the fact that you didn't just accidentally cook your friend you turn your attention back to trying to escape from her as you finally reach the stack of crates.

For a moment you're worried that you're going to end up crashing face-first into the crates as you jump off the ramp across the way from the stack, until you slam into the side with your chest, knocking the wind from your lungs as you do so but managing to get a strong grip on the ledge of the container, using that to pull yourself up onto the top of the first 'step' of the stack. You take a few seconds to rest, gasping desperately for breath as you do, before forcing yourself to stand up the rest of the way and start climbing the rest of the way up the stack until you manage to get up high enough that you can make the jump to the lines.
(1/2 or 3)

Looking across the gap, unable to avoid looking down at the ground farther beneath you than you'd thought before, you question for a moment whether or not the energy contained within the lines is actually worth you possibly missing your jump. At least you start to question it, until you see Argonza soaring towards you from below, the look on her face clearly expressing her intent to repay you for the lightning bolt you hit her with. Suddenly you find the decision much easier to make and you back up a few steps before rushing forward and throwing yourself off the crate.

Despite a momentary rush of dread as you think that you soar through the air between the power lines and the crate, you let out a triumphant laugh as your hand grasps tightly around one of the wires connecting the pole to the next one and reach towards the transformer to start drawing the energy from it. The second that you focus channeling any electricity through your hands, however you're suddenly thrown away from the power box, letting out a shout of alarm as you soar backwards along the line while sparks fly from both your hand and the power line grasped within it.
(2/3)
Sorry about the time guys, for some reason I'm having trouble concentrating, despite totally being ready to write just a couple of posts ago. Not sure what my problem is but I'm going to keep pushing through it.

>>32357491
Wow...supposed to be a momentary dread as you think that you miscalculated the distance as you soar through the air between the power lines and the crate.

>>32357491
Don't worry about the time it takes to write, 30 mins is usually the average time a quest has between posts anyway.

Rolled 5, 7, 8 = 20

>>32357491
Cause you've been.... o/' Thunder struck!

>>32357491
Guessing we can't control AC...?

Panic wells up inside you as you speed along the power line, unsure as to what's going on while you try and twist your head around so that you can at least kind of see where you're going. When you finally manage to turn and see what's going on, just in time to slam into the next pole, the impact ripping the cable from your gloved fist and sending you tumbling down towards the ground. Your eyes squeeze shut as you brace yourself for the pain of slamming into the concrete, but just before you hit the ground you feel another force slam into you and snatch you out of the air, knocking the wind from you yet again, but at least stopping you from turning into a broken mess on the ground.

"Well...that was interesting." Kaitlin says calmly as she touches down next the building you were planning on heading to in the first place, before setting you down against it while you gasp for breath. "Kind of stupid, but still interesting. Do you have any idea how you done it?"

You shake your head at the question, letting out a pained groan before looking up at her, "Not really, no. I was just trying to drain the power from the line, and instead it done...that." You reply slowly, before letting your head drop back against the wall of the building. "Fuck...I hurt all over."

The crimson-clad heroine lets out a somewhat tired laugh at that, "Guess we're even then. That bolt you hit me with had more power behind it than the other ones you threw out earlier." She tells you, while rubbing the welt on her arm, along with a couple of smaller ones that you managed to hit her with earlier.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to actually hurt you." You mutter, offering her an apologetic shrug before sighing and pushing yourself up off the ground with another groan. "So are we done here, or do you want to beat me up again?"
(3/4)

"I wasn't complaining, exactly, just telling you. You're not going to want to hold back when you actually get into a real fight." She replies, before shaking her had, "And no, we're done, assuming you don't want to try to see if you can actually control that little trick or if it was just an accident."

"If I get into a real fight." You correct her, drawing a shrug from her.

"Sure, if you say so." She replies, clearly unconvinced that you're going to be able to resist playing superhero. "So are you ready to go or not?"

You roll your eyes at her reaction underneath your goggles, before blowing out a sigh as you look up at the power lines uncertainly. While you certainly didn't have what you would call a good first experience with whatever just happened, you are a little bit curious about whether or not you might be able to control it like the rest of your powers or if it was just a fluke. It probably wouldn't take too long to check it out, but you're not all that thrilled at the idea of getting back up there if it's just going to be a repeat performance, seeing as how there's no way you're going to let Kaitlin touch you while you're in contact with the lines. Maybe it'd be a better idea to just forget about it and have her take you back to the apartment.

What do you want to do?
>Get back up there and try again. Despite your better judgement, you're curious about what's going on here.
>Just go home. You're tired and you hurt, slamming into another telephone pole isn't going to make that any better.
Sorry to do this to you guys, but I'm going to run off for a few minutes during the vote to see if I can find some tylenol or something.

>>32358371
>Get back up there and try again. Despite your better judgement, you're curious about what's going on here.
Julio ain't no bitch

>>32358371
>Get back up there and try again. Despite your better judgement, you're curious about what's going on here.
FUCKING
SCIENCE

Rolled 9, 99, 89 = 197

>>32358371
>Get back up there and try again. Despite your better judgement, you're curious about what's going on here.
We can rest when we're dead, which if we're not careful might actually happen, also we should try to see of we can electrocute our body in certain parts to dissuade attacks there.

>>32358371
>Get back up there and try again. Despite your better judgement, you're curious about what's going on here.

I just realized we could go the Static Shock way and acquire the casing to the top of a sewer and fly on that. Plus it's a really good weapon imagine being smacked by one of those with electricity surging through it.

>Spoiler
Honestly of you aren't feeling up to it I wouldn't mind you ending the thread or at least having us bump until tomorrow .

>>32358371
>>Just go home. You're tired and you hurt, slamming into another telephone pole isn't going to make that any better.

Back, feeling better now, though that's small comfort since storms are coming in again. I'm going to keep trying to go on, but if I suddenly just stop posting for like an hour I'd appreciate it if you could keep the thread alive until I get back.

Also, forgot to say it but,

>Writing to not be a bitch.

You sigh and shake your head as you turn your gaze back to Argonza, "I just know I'm going to regret this, but I want to stay and try to see what the deal with that was. It's just going to keep bothering me if I don't." You tell her, rolling your eyes at the smirk that spreads across her face.

"So much for you just wanting to control yourself." She says, the look on her face practically screaming 'I told you so'.

"I'm not even going to bother responding to that." You mutter while slowly making your way over to the telephone pole, ignoring her as she lets out a small chuckle at your expense. Looking up the pole as you reach it, you see that there are some pegs on it that should allow you to climb up to the power lines again. Earlier today, before you came out here and started running and jumping around between shooting lightning bolts and trying not to get your ass handed to you, you would have been certain that there was no way you could reach them without a ladder.

Thankfully the story's a little different now, because to be honest you're really not in the mood to ask Kaitlin for help at the moment, seeing as how you've long decided that unless you spontaneously gain the ability to fly, you'd be more comfortable staying a little closer to the ground. You shake your head and force yourself to focus back on what you're supposed to be doing while taking a deep breath and backing up a couple of steps before surging back forward and pushing yourself up off the ground.
(Continued in next post)

Your stomach turns just a little bit as you move through the air, still not quite used to being able to jump quite so high, before settling back down a little bit as you reach the pole and latch tightly on to the second set of pegs with your hands while your feet find the lower ones. You take just a few seconds to settle yourself before slowly starting to climb up the pole and doing your best not to look down, less out of fear than for the fact that you're sure that if you did then you'd see Argonza grinning up at you in amusement.

It takes you a couple of minutes to actually climb up to the wires, but once you get there you manage to pull yourself up next to them before carefully reaching out and cautiously touching them. You have expect to be pulled along on another hectic ride, or at least see sparks fly from the contact like last time, but nothing seems to be happening. Thinking back to what caused it last time, you remember that you were trying to channel electricity into yourself and hesitantly consider trying to do that.

After a few moments of internal debate you sigh and reach out to grab the wires again, before wincing as you start trying to draw the power in. Immediately as you do so you're yanked from your secure spot on the pole and let out a shout of surprise as you start reenacting your previous trip along the cables. Thankfully now that you have at least some kind of idea about what's going on you manage to slow yourself to a stop before slamming into the next pole, instead you cut the flow of energy into your hand about half-way along the line and look down at the ground to see the heroine staring up at you just like you'd predicted, though she doesn't remain that way for long as she lifts up off the ground and starts making her way towards you, while you try and pull yourself up onto a sitting position on the lines so that you don't have to just hang there waiting for her.
(2/3)

"Well obviously you figured out how it works." She says simply as she hovers to a stop next to you before shaking her head, "Not really sure how useful it is, but I guess it's cool."

You shrug, before nodding your head in agreement, "Yeah, guess all I have to do if I want to go somewhere fast is spend half an hour trying to find another telephone pole that I can actually climb and then just grab on to the wire or something." You reply, glad to have figured out exactly what happened earlier, but not particularly sure how useful it is without the ability to easily access the cables, though you do suppose that you might be able to do a similar trick on the monorail line. "It does make me wonder if there are any other ways I haven't thought of to use my powers though."

She shrugs, "I guess it's something to check out, if you decide you want to. I think that's enough for now though, Mike. You've done good tonight, but it's best not to overdo it, besides I think you may have drawn a bit of attention with that last trick." She tells you, gesturing towards the silhouette of a person that looks like they're watching down on the two of you from on top of a building across the street from the docks.

A grimace dominates your face under the mask, "Wonderful..." You mutter darkly before sighing and looking back to Kaitlin, "Do we need to go talk to them or can we just go back to your apartment?"

"It should be fine...most of the heroes around here recognize me at least, even if I'm not overly familiar with all of them, so they're probably not going to bother us too much, but if you ever come out here on your own you might want to watch your back. Most of the hero community is friendly enough, or at the very least they keep their distance as long as you're not doing something you shouldn't be, but some of us can be a bit...territorial." She answers, before shrugging.
(continued in the next post)

>>32360075
>Territorial SuperHeroes
Truly there is no greater type of faggot

>>32360075
I'm confused. Is there current flowing through the cables direct or alternating?

"Like I said though, I wouldn't worry about it too much, and if they haven't come to see what's going on yet they're probably not going to bother us. I guess that if you really want to go meet them we can, but otherwise I'm ready to just go home and go to bed."

You nod in understanding, looking back at your observer for a few moments as you take in what the heroine tells you. It's obvious that she doesn't think that it's a particularly big deal, at least not this time anyways, but if might not hurt to go and see who it is that's been watching you. Of course on the other hand you're pretty tired and, as you pull back the right glove and look at your watch you see that it's already just about two in the morning. When you called your Dad back earlier you made plans to meet him downtown near the Champions' building around eleven so that you can go ahead and have lunch with him. It's not like you really need eight hours of sleep, but it would be nice if you could manage it. Either way it looks like Kaitlin will do what you want, though it appears that she's not overly comfortable with the thought of introducing you to anybody else at the moment and, once you think about it for a moment, it's not exactly hard to figure out why. Still...she offered, didn't she?

What do you want to do?
>Go back to the apartment. It's late, you're tired, and you have somewhere to be tomorrow.
>Go see who's watching you. You'll admit you don't have much of a good reason to do this other than simple curiosity.

>>32360345
>Go back to the apartment. It's late, you're tired, and you have somewhere to be tomorrow.

>>32360345
>Go back to the apartment. It's late, you're tired, and you have somewhere to be tomorrow.

Disregard observers, Acquire ZZZZZZZ

>>32360338
I'm not going to pretend to know much of anything about power lines. Basically the simple answer Which is the only one I can give on this matter regardless of the scientific accuracy is that you are able to use the power lines to propel yourself forward.
Yes, in case you're wondering you can 'skate on power lines'. Assuming you can get up to them.

Rolled 18

>>32360345
>>Go back to the apartment. It's late, you're tired, and you have somewhere to be tomorrow.
you're tired and frankly the other guy can piss off for all you care, time to head "home".

Rolled 1, 9, 3 = 13

>>32360423
Sci nerd here. Power lines are ac. Super powers are super. We should go home and consider registering. "Could we get a new job as a part time hero while Goin to school?"

Looks like we're gonna head back to the apartment to get some sleep. Do you guys want to talk to her a little more about registering or just get back to the apartment, go to sleep, and have ourselves a little time skip?

>>32360478
Also thanks, I kind of thought that might be what it was but to be honest I was too lazy to verify and I hate giving false information like that, even if it doesn't really matter.

>>32360428
Heh, only one who should piss off is you, namefaggot.

>>32360574
Just head back to the apartment and catch some sleep

Rolled 4, 10, 4 = 18

>>32360574
>>32360574
My vote is a quick question and then bed. Give us fuel for our dreams. Also, are all fa/tg/uys hating because of name use, or is it just that douchy Mc douche?

>>32360666
namefags are the worst

>>32360666
I have no feelings in the positive or negative

>>32360666
He's been a faggot in a lot of new underpopulated quests. It's kinda sad.

Alrighty, I guess we'll do a really quick question and then get to bed. Need something to talk about during the flight, I suppose.

>Writing.

>>32360478
That being the case, I don't really see how we could have produced directional motion probably because even now I'm trying to remember my induction laws. Not complaining about that though. What IS important is this: did we actually manage to get any juice from the power lines?

>>32360666
>Also, are all fa/tg/uys hating because of name use, or is it just that douchy Mc douche?

The latter. Travisplo is dicks.

>>32360743
Thanks. I used clockwork a few episodes back, but decided that anon was a better choice as having as name makes for a target among the unwashed masses.

>>32360786
Moving electrons create a magnetic field. We would just need to take the movement while the electrons were going one way, but not the other. Like a maglev train.

>>32360801
We're you being sarcastic or did you not realize I was talking about you?

>>32360854
That implies we were alternating our output in time with the current in the cables, which I didn't get the impression we were doing.

>>32360909
Does it matter? Super powers man.

>>32360870
You weren't talking about dew we or whatever his name was? And I have been in three quest threads, having a good time. Or, err, is this one of those places where you have a good time just so long as no one else has a good time? Cause, honestly this quest is great, that civ thread is great, and the new life as a guardsmen is great, and the QM's seem to pick and choose stuff in a great way. Maybe this is just my autism, but I think you are just but hurt easily my friend

>>32360977
Fair point. But if our powers do follow real-world science to some degree, we could start thinking up new uses for our powers that we could eventually implement once we have resources and training, like railguns, EMPs, possibly magnetism-powered flight and so forth.

>>32361199
I whole heartedly agree. Someone wanted power Armor, I'd love to see some taser tentacle wire things

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After giving it a little bit of thought you decide that if your stalker can't be bothered to come and talk to you then you're not going to waste your time with them. "Nah, let's just get back to the apartment. I've got to go and meet my Dad for lunch tomorrow...today...whatever." You shake your head, "Anyways, the point is that we might as well get back. I don't want to be completely useless tomorrow."

Kaitlin shrugs, clearly trying to act nonchalant, though it's obvious that she's relieved that you're not interested in introducing yourself. "Oh? What time is he coming by the apartment to pick you up? Think there's any chance that I could meet him?" She asks curiously while lifting you up off the ground again, the action making you feel just as small as the last two times she's done it, though you do your best to ignore the feeling.

"Ah...yeah, he's not going to be coming to the apartment. I kind of figured that it'd probably just be best to meet him downtown instead." You reply carefully, doing your best not to sound like you're trying to avoid having her meet him...even though you specifically are.

"What? Why would you think that?" She asks, looking down at you in confusion, "Is there something wrong with the apartment or something?"

You let out a tired sigh and rub the bridge of your nose through the mask, realizing that you probably shouldn't have said anything about it in the first place, "No, it's got nothing to do with you, trust me. I really appreciate everything you've done for me, Kate, it's just that my Dad is a little...strange. Is strange the right word for it? I don't know...anyways, the point is that he has a tendency to just show up at the door without calling and all that kind of stuff and he's not exactly what I would call...subtle about talking to women." You explain to her, before shaking your head as she hums in understanding.
(Continued in next post. Also, I have to go pick up dinner. I'll be back soon.)
Be good, children...please.

>>32361252
>flying tentacled power armor
Jesus Christ how horrifying

It occurs to me that we eventually need to EMP-shield our goggles.

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>>32361278
>Be good, children...please.

"Ah, I get it...you're afraid he's going to show up and start trying to hit on me or something." She says, an amused note in her voice, "You know, I'm more than capable of handling myself with guys."

"I'm not saying you aren't, I'm just saying that I'd rather not see my Dad flirting with somebody that can't be all that much older than I am again, it's purely self-interest." You tell her simply, ignoring the eyebrow she raises at you in favor of changing the subject, "So, anyways...how about that registration, huh? Surely I can't be the only one that thinks it sounds a bit like a raw deal, right? I mean I'll admit I don't know much about it yet, but from what you've said it sounds like they're pretty much forcing you to put a lot of faith in people who haven't really earned it, what with all the recent breaches of trust inside the government. Wasn't there something about VIPER operating a base in DC, right under their noses or something?"

The amusement on Argonza's face fades away at the change of topic as she lets out a sigh and shakes her head, "No, it wasn't in DC, that was just the news deliberately stirring up shit, not that the real answer's much better. There was a pretty decent sized cell of them operating out of Washington...the state, not DC. I think they were in Seattle, but I'm not entirely certain." She replies, the tired tone in her voice coming through once again, "Anyways, like I said before, I can totally understand your hesitation to register, and I'm not going to make you do it but you really should be informed about it, and not just the bad stuff either. I promise you that there are good parts to being registered, Mike, I told you before about some of the resources and those are really nice to have, but they aren't the only thing."

"Such as...?"
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"Well you get protection from any enemies you might make for one thing. Don't get me wrong, the fact that they follow you everywhere you go is annoying as hell, just like the taps they put on your phones and shit like that, but I am serious about people trying to kill you if they figure out who you are. It doesn't even actually matter if you become a hero or not, people are going to discriminate against you when they find out that you're metahuman. And trust me, it doesn't matter how well you hide it, eventually somebody will put it together...the difference is that if you're registered, and especially if you are a hero, Primus will be there to protect you, I've even heard of them relocating people in high risk areas, when they thought there was an actual danger towards them. Aside from that the resources they offer, and the other benefits you get if you decide to do the hero thing, where do you think I get my paycheck from? Hell, for that matter where do you think a lot of the heroes make enough money to do this full time from? I'll tell you straight up that it's not cheap doing what we do. Also, have you ever heard of the G.I. Bill for the military? Well we've got a version of that too, though you do have to sign a separate contract with them for that one, usually a minimum of like five years of hero work, not including training. But they do pay for all of your college, regardless of what you want to do."

You blink at the sudden influx of information, not quite expecting her to blurt it all out so quickly, though you're sure that there's more to it than just that, "Okay, I'll admit that last one sounds pretty good, but there's got to be some kind of catch other than them watching you all the time...which isn't to say that I'm overly fond of that idea either."
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>>32362681
Still against registering

>>32362681
Still for registering.

She shrugs in response, "Well yeah, of course there's a catch. We're talking about the government here, Mike. They don't really expect much from you when you first register, but they do push pretty hard to get you to do some training and join some kind of hero program. If they can get you to join Primus they will, which is pretty much signing up for the military, though we do get more freedoms than the regular grunts once training is over, but they're usually content to just let people live their lives, aside from the propaganda anyways. I'll admit, after seeing what you can do, they probably wouldn't give up on trying to get you to sign up for Primus very easily...you'd be useful for operations in a lot more of our high risk areas like Project Greenskin in Burning Sands."

You shake your head in confusion, "Burning Sands?"

The heroine shakes her own head at her mistake, "Ah, sorry. It's actually White Sands, New Mexico, but they've been calling it Burning Sands for so long that it's just kinda stuck."

It takes you a few moments to think, but after a little while you manage to place the name, "White Sands...wait, isn't that where the Trinity Site is?"

"Uh...yeah. Look, I shouldn't have mentioned it in the first place, so I can't really say much, but since you know about Trinity then you probably know about what kind of tests they were doing there. You can draw your own conclusions from there." She says uncomfortably, before letting out a relieved sight at the sight of her apartment's balcony.

Your mind is practically spinning at the implications of what she said, though as the two of you land on the balcony and you get your feet back on the ground, you decide to let it drop like she asked while following her back into the building. "Alright...well I think that's more than enough talking about that for tonight." You mutter while making your way towards the living room, "I'm still not quite sold on the whole thing, but I'll definitely think about it."
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>>32362819
>>32363034
Looks like registering will make things easier on the short run, but if we want independence, we're going to have to start building contacts on our own.

She's told us how registered life is; how about we ask her how the unregistered life is?

>>32363209
I really don't trust the goverment to ever handle things like superpowers. Not saying we'd do better but I stress the fact that I don't trust giving them our creds and registering. It feels like that at somepoint we'd basically become their bitch on one helluva short leash. I'd rather we'd pull ourselves up through hard work, grease, blood, sweat, and tears.
Then again I love captain america and am an advocate for the vigilante route.

She offers you a smile as she lifts the goggles up off her eyes, "That's all I'm asking for, Mike. Trust me, you wouldn't be the only hero that isn't registered if you don't do it...unfortunately since they've seen you they're probably going to be on you pretty hard for a while. Especially for the same reasons as I told you before with Primus. Regardless of what you decide I'll help you where I can, assuming it isn't something that'll get me thrown in Stronghold, obviously."

You return the smile with a grateful, if tired one, of your own before realizing that you're still wearing the mask, "I appreciate it, Kaitlin." You reply while peeling off your own goggles and the sweat-soaked mask, making your hair stick out in several different directions while the cool air of the apartment suddenly rushes onto your face, making you let out a deep sigh of relief while the heroine's nose crinkles at the mask.

"You, uh...you can keep that if you want." She says, eying it with distaste, drawing a small laugh from you while you shake your head.

"No...I appreciate it, but I think I learned my lesson with ski-masks in summer. If I wear another mask any time soon then it'll be a lot thinner than this." You say, while turning to head back out into the living room, undoing the hoodie as you do. "If you don't mind, can I borrow those pajamas again? I'll admit I'm not all that big of a fan of wearing a girl's pajamas, but I think it's probably for the best in this case." You ask while turning around, only to get knocked back a few steps by the wadded up t-shirt and cookie monster pants hitting you in the face.

"Take them...and don't you dare insult cookie monster again!" She says petulantly, though the grin on her face is telling, or at least it is once you manage to blink the stars from your eyes anyways.
(Probably just about done with this section, but I'm long-winded so who knows?)

"Fine, your majesty, I promise to uphold the highest honor for him while under your roof." You reply sarcastically, even going so far as to do a little mock bow, before straightening back up and giving her a small wave while turning back around, "I appreciate it, Kate. I'm going to go take a shower now and head to bed, good night."

"Good night, Mike. I'll probably be around for a little while in the morning, but I usually do a quick patrol on the mornings that I don't have to go in to the office." She replies, waiting for you to nod your understanding before stepping forward and shutting the door.

With the borrowed night-clothes once again in hand you make your way to the bathroom and take the shower you've been simultaneously hoping for and dreading, finding that the spray of water is just as uncomfortable tonight as it was last night, before quickly drying off and getting dressed. You make sure to throw your clothes, as well as the borrowed parts of the make-shift costume, into the washing machine as you go by on your way to the the living room again. Flopping down on the couch, you can't help but think back on what she told you about registration...if you're honest with yourself it seems a little too good to be true, especially with the temptation of the full ride scholarship and 'easy' money doing something that you'd likely end up doing anyways.
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>>32364077
If only there was some sort of information super high way we could investigate to get done pros and cons on registering. Where's superchan . Org when you need one?

>>32364384
>why not just ask the internet
Genius. We post anonymously from a cybercafé, then return back to Kaitlin's to monitor the thread from her computer.

Of course you'd like to believe that Kaitlin is telling you everything, and to be fair it doesn't seem like she's particularly interested in trying to push you into it, plus she did tell you more than she probably should have about the kind of stuff Primus is getting in to. Your mind is still reeling at the implication that there might have been more damage done than people have been admitting by the nuclear tests the government done in the desert but, before you can really think too much more about it, your exhaustion gets the better of you and you slowly drift out of consciousness while listening to the music that's filtering in through the window from Club Succubus a couple of blocks down the street.

>Next Day[Wednesday] - 11:15 A.M. Near Champions HQ

"Hello, this is Defender speaking, and I'm inviting all citizens of Millennium City to come and visit myself and the rest of my team inside Champions Headquarters next week! We will be giving a free tour of our Rogue's Gallery Museum, and will be available to sign autographs and answer any questions you might have about our team, aside from our secret identities of course!"

A groan of frustration drifts from you while you look down at your watch again as the Defender on the holo-screen laughs obnoxiously at his own joke. You've been waiting for your Dad to show up for just about half an hour now, and in that time you've heard that same advertisement, as well as variations of it from the other Champions, at least three times now. It's tempting to blast the damned billboard out of existence with a lightning bolt or, much more rationally, just leave and as the fourth advertisement by Witchcraft starts to reply you've just about given in to that temptation when you finally see who you've been waiting for this whole time making his way across the street.
(1/2)

As your father makes his way towards you, searching obliviously for your face in the crowd despite having looked straight at you twice, you can't help but marvel once again about how you look nearly nothing like him. Where he has jet black hair with just a few streaks of grey, brown eyes, and a moustache that looks like it would be right at home in Victorian England, you've got your dirty blonde hair, blue eyes, and have chronically been unable to grow any real facial hair unless you go months without shaving. If you're honest with yourself you're pretty sure you know the reasoning for the differences, honestly it's not hard to figure out especially when you stop to consider that your mother doesn't have blonde hair either. Still, it hasn't seemed to matter much to your 'Dad', as he's always treated you just as well as he did your sister, which is to say pretty well whenever he was actually around.

Finally your father sees you, his face lighting up in excitement as he closes the distance between the two of you, "Hey, Mikey! It's good to see you, son." He practically shouts as he gets in close to you and pulls you in to a bone crushing hug that, even with your newfound abilities, leaves your ribs creaking in protest as he lifts you up off the ground. Ah, the joys of having tall family members when you're abnormally short.

Thankfully the lovingly inflicted attack on your body is short-lived and your father drops you back down onto the sidewalk before ruffling your hair while you do your best to return his enthused smile while gasping for breath, "Hey, Dad, it's good to see you too."

Rolled 70

>>32365031
> bone creaking hug.
Dad's an unregistered super.
/paranoid

>>32365031
Wait we're a bastard? Neat.

Rolled 7

>>32365279
or he's our step father.

The grin plastered across your old man's face only grows wider at your response, as he rests his huge hands on your shoulders and looks you up and down, his grin faltering for a moment as concern shines through in his eyes, though he manages to cover it up pretty quickly, "Well, you don't look any worse for wear for somebody who's apartment burnt down, now do ya? Hell, ya even managed to put on some muscle since I saw ya last, still a bit skinny for most of the women I'd recommend, but then I guess the girls like guys that have some finesse now, don't they?"

You let out a small snort, cocking your head to the side as you look up at him with a grin of your own, "I guess that's one way to put it, yeah." You reply easily, long ago learning that it's rare for him to outright state his concern in unless there's something gravely wrong. As your grandma would say, 'It's not that he doesn't care, it's just that he doesn't know how to show it properly.'

Your father lets out a deep chuckle at your response while putting his arm over your shoulder and slowly pushing you down the sidewalk to continue on in the direction he was walking before, "Well you're humble, I'll give you that. I would've had all the trouble in the world with trying not to brag if I had as many girls hanging off of me as you did while you were in high school, son." He tells you boisterously, his previous grin finding his way back across his face as he drops his arm back down to his side, "So, you said that you wanted to have lunch, right? What did you have planned? I'm buying, and you know that I've got plenty of money, so don't bother trying to go cheap on me." He says, an expecting grin still on his face.
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>>32365710
>Franchiser dad is "stacked" with cash.
Has to be an unregistered super. He was probably stealing something when we called him the first time.
/superpowered paranoid

You blink up at him, only a little bit surprised. Really you should have expected it, but you somehow managed to forget his tendency to insist on paying for everything while he's around you. Brooke insists that it's just because he feels guilty about not spending as much time with you as his other kids while the two of you were younger, and you're sure she's at least partially right about that, but on some level you know that it's also just that he genuinely likes spending money, and he doesn't care who knows it.

"Ah, no that's alright, Dad, I kind of figured that we'd just head to Subway or something. I mean, I've got twenty bucks, I was gonna cover both of us since you came up here to see me." You say, shifting somewhat uncomfortably.

Dad shakes his head vehemently, "Nope, it's not going to happen, Mike. I'm paying for lunch, and that's final." He says strongly, making it clear that there's not going to be any more debate on the matter, before patting you on the back with a laugh, "Now come on, seriously, where do you want to go, bud?"

Well, it looks like you don't have much choice in the matter. Dad is going to do what Dad wants to do...that's the way it's always been with him, and you have serious doubts that you, of all people, are going to be able to change that. Anyways, you should probably decide where you want to go, you could suggest that the two of you still eat at Subway or something like that, it'd probably make you feel a little better about him paying for it but you're sure he'll give you shit about it for the rest of however long he's here if you do that. On the other hand he is right, Dad's never been really had problems with money even with all the child support he had to pay over the years, you're sure he could easily afford to eat at one of the more upscale restaurants that you would never be able to afford if you were paying yourself, and doing that would probably keep him off your back as far as money goes.
(Choices in the next post)

At what locale would you like to dine?
>Low-end. Just go ahead and do Subway, it'll make you feel better about yourself and, to be honest, you do actually really like the food.
>High-end. Just give in and go to Club Caprice or something. It's not like you're going to get another chance to do something like that any time soon, and if you do that then you're pretty certain that he won't have anything to give you shit about.
>Write-in.

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>>32366116
Option 2. Look around as we walk, try to detect tail?

>>32366116
>>High-end. Just give in and go to Club Caprice or something. It's not like you're going to get another chance to do something like that any time soon, and if you do that then you're pretty certain that he won't have anything to give you shit about.

>>32365814
Makes some sense seeing how he loves mutants
>>32366004
>High-end. Just give in and go to Club Caprice or something. It's not like you're going to get another chance to do something like that any time soon, and if you do that then you're pretty certain that he won't have anything to give you shit about.
Somebody is obviously going to rob this place.

Dad's gonna do what Dad's gonna do.

>Writing.

You blow out a vaguely annoyed breath before offering your dad an expecting smile, "You're not going to let me just take you to Subway anyways, are you?" You ask, despite already knowing the answer, and you're proven right just seconds later as he lets out another laugh while shaking his head.

"Nope! Now, where do you really want to go, son? Come on, it can't be that hard to think of a place that you want to have lunch with your Dad at."

Rolling your eyes you shake your head, though it's in good humor, "That's what I thought. Alright, fine...how about Giovanni's Ristorante, does Italian sound alright to you?"

He nods decisively, "Yep, that sounds good to me, bud. Let's get moving, I haven't eaten yet today and I'm pretty hungry."

With that the two of you start making you way further into downtown, Dad talking nearly a mile a minute while you do so, mostly just asking about how things have been going for you, aside from the obvious setbacks tossed at you recently, though he does also talk a little bit about several of the areas he's delivered to recently and, occasionally, about how your brothers are doing. Apparently John's made it back from Afghanistan alright...you never really connected with him, but you're glad that he made it back okay. About ten minutes later you finally reach the restaurant and are thankful to see that while it does seem to be a little busy, it's by no means packed like you were afraid it might be.
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Just read through the archive
I have an opinion or two about our trench coat costume that you guys came up with

firstly, its a fucking trenchcoat. Its huge, thick, unwieldy and will just get in the way of us doing our running and jumping and zapping. Also, were 5'6 for some reason. It will look stupid. And every superhero and his mother wears a trench coat.

secondly, the faraday cage harness thing is unnecessary. Its already been proven that our clothes dont get turned to ash when we use our powers.

the gloves with the conductive tips and knuckles was an excellent idea though, I loved that.

I think wed be better off wearing a hooded jacket / hoody instead of a trench coat and a half mask instead of a ski mask. Unless we register, get access to better materials and get a bitchin full mask thats light and doesntconstrict or otherwise get in the way.

some guy posted some alternate costume art of spiderman which is what I think would suit us perfectly

>>32367066
We're better off getting a plate carrier and some cargo pants if you're looking for efficiency. Better protection and useful.

>>32367120
Were a bike courier right. I think I remember reading that was our job
We took agility as a secondary power.

we shouldnt be focusing on a costume that incorporates heavy shit or even worse, power armours.
we should be focusing on speed and utility.
Like cole from infamous.

>>32367253
I agree.

>>32367253
B-but but MUH TRENCH COATS

>>32367253
Plate carriers aren't really all that heavy as long as you stick to just the chestpiece. Probably less weight than a trenchcoat.

>>32367371
It just makes me feel like a fedora wearing twat for some reason.
some people can wear them and look handsome as fuck, not a 5'6 electrokinetic in aviator goggles

As the two of you make your way inside you have to forcefully keep yourself from gawking at the sheer luxury of the restaurant, feeling a small flash of guilt run through you as you realize just how expensive this is probably going to be. You must have expressed your dismay more than you thought, as your Dad lets out another chuckle and pats you on the back comfortingly as a well-dressed redheaded server approaches the two of you with a small beeper, "Do you have a reservation, sirs?" She asks, politely, though from the way she eyes you while she thinks you're not looking it's clear that she has anything but 'polite' thoughts about you.

"Ah, no...I didn't realize that we would need one." You reply uncomfortably, clearly out of your element in the high-class establishment.

Dad lets out another small chuckle, "I'm sure it's not a big deal, Mike. We can wait if we have to." He says confidently, receiving a nod and a small smile from the server in response.

"Of course, sir. Is it just the two of you? I'm pretty sure we have a table open if it is, though I'll have to check."

You nod in reply, "Yeah, it's just us."

"Great! Can I get a name for you and then I'll go check on that table?"

"Mike." You say simply before blinking and shaking your head as you remember where you are, "Oh, uh sorry, Micheal Hogelin."

The server beams back at your response, clearly amused at your response as she presses a button on the beeper and hands it to you, "Alright, I'll go check on that table for you now, Mister Hogelin." She replies chipperly before spinning on her heel and hurrying off further into the restaurant.

>>32367412
What would we use a plate carrier for
A backpack would work better to carry stuff
or even some sort of hip pouch/holster whatever strapped to our leg

and for protection just get a kevlar vest or incorporate kevlar into our jacket/hoody if we register

>>32367253
>we shouldnt be focusing on a costume that incorporates heavy shit or even worse, power armours.

You realize the whole purpose of power armor is to increase our endurance by decreasing the weight felt, right?

Anyway, it's not like we have to stick to one outfit. Different loadouts for different jobs.

>>32367425
Still not completely sold on the goggles and hell I'm willing to do magical bullshit for more height so we can wear a trench coat.

>>32367471
To carry a ceramic plate. Obviously a backpack is better at carrying stuff, that's not the plate carrier's role.

As for soft body armor, it works fine for the more common pistol calibers, but it won't stop rifle or pdw rounds.

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>>32367425
I would like to point out trench coats or something similar doesn't always look bad on shorties ala Rorschach

>>32367489
If were talking full on futuristic alien science super advanced bio-organic exosuit power armor, I could roll with that.
but whenever I see someone mention power armor, I think Brotherhood of Steel and that just seems stupid.
but if we have can have a bunch of different costumes, then sure, lets get a power suit

>>32367542
Were a genius, we can come up with better goggles that arent so huge and old

>>32367583
>If were talking full on futuristic alien science super advanced bio-organic exosuit power armor
No, I'm talking modern power armor. It bears the load of anything we take with us, increasing endurance. That also means we can wear thicker armor without tiring out as fast.

>>32367634
Fair enough, but I'm going to assume that Power Armor is something that we will work towards and won't actually get to wear until we find materials and finish building it somewhere around thread #40 or whatever. But right now, our first costume that will set the our theme as a superhero should probably be something like
>>32367471
>>32367253

As the server leaves you hear your Dad laugh again, and as you turn to look at him you see that he's shaking his head while looking at you in amusement, "You need to calm down, Mike. We're just here to get something to eat, not to buy a car or something."

You smile weakly to him, before taking a deep breath and trying to calm yourself down, reasoning that in all honesty he's right that it' not that big of a deal aside from your somewhat pathological tendency to avoid accepting money and favors from people without several affirmations that they're being genuine rather than just trying to be polite. "I know, Dad, it's just how I am, I guess." You reply shortly, before shrugging, thinking about continuing until you notice the server making her way back to you.

"It looks like we've got that table cleared off and it's ready for you now!" She tells you happily, clicking on the same button on the beeper that she did earlier when you hand it back to her. "Alrighty, if you two would just follow me we can get you seated."

Both you and your father nod and step forward to follow her, your dad falling behind you as she starts leading you further into the restaurant before coming to a stop in front of a small booth near the bar and motioning to it warmly, "Here we are, sirs. Do you know what you'd like to drink or do you need to look at the menu?" She asks while gently setting down said menus on the table.

"I'll, uh...I'm just gonna go with water, please." You tell her quietly receiving a small smile from her and a good natured eye roll from your father before he speaks up as well.

"I'll take a Coke since Mikey's apparently determined to make the bill as small as possible." He says with a grin, making you blow out a small sigh at his prodding, though the server doesn't comment on it beyond nodding with a polite smile.

"Alrighty, I'll have those out to you here soon, sirs." She says simply before making her way back to the back.
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>>32367470
Does our electrokinesis overset also include electromagnetism. And if it doesn't,can't we learn how to use electromagnetism as I we level up.
Also, do you have a bunch of abilities mapped out for us that we gain when/if we level up

>>32367926
The mechanical workings of power armor a relatively simple. The hard part is powering it. Removing the generator should reduce the cost significantly, although it would still be in the thousands range.

>>32367998
*powerset

>>32367998
I don't have a skill tree made out for you guys at the moment, no, though I suppose that I really should type one up for you. So far I've mostly been going with using your imagination, though as people ask about more and more powerful things I realize that I need to take care of it.

Anyways, I'd say that you could probably utilize a low-level electromagnetism if you want to go that route, the real issue is going about discovering the different utilisations of your powers. Thankfully seeing as how you're still relatively new to having them a few 'accidental discoveries' are more than reasonable to happen.

Anyways, I'm going to get back to doing what I'm supposed to be doing.

>>32368010
Numbah_One said in a earlier thread that we could use our electrokinesis to power a Power Suit, but we would not have enough juice left to to anything else, as in hovering around with our electromagnetism and zappin niggas with our bitching lightning bolts

>>32368081
You could probably use our love of tinkering and making little gadgets as a good way for us to discover our abilities. As in, we try and make nuts and bolts fly around the room with electromagnetism or whatever

A short silence falls over the two of you while the two of you look through the menus, broken only by the quiet bustle of the restaurant until finally your Dad lets out a low hum from behind his menu. "Well...I think I know what I'm going to get." He says simply before setting the laminated booklet down on the table and directing his gaze towards you, his expression still warm though significantly less exuberant than it has been up until now.

Your eyes scan your own menu for several more seconds, doing your best to hide your displeasure at none of the items on it having a noted price, before ultimately giving in and just deciding to take the shrimp linguini. As you set the book down in front of you, your gaze travels momentarily to the dark blue cloth napkin wrapped around your silverware before looking back up at your Dad.

The silence drags on just a few moments longer, starting to turn awkward until finally your father speaks up first, "So...what are your plans, Mike? You're going to keep going to school, right? After all the hell you went through trying to get your Mom and I off your back, I can't imagine you'd do anything else."

"Well...yeah, I'm gonna get back into it. I'll probably be in classes again by the start of next week, I just kind of need a few days to put everything back together as well as I can before I do that. I doubt it'll go through as fast as I'd like it to, but hopefully my insurance will pay out before next Monday and I'll be able to get a new apartment a little closer to Macgrath's than I am now...I'm not sure if I'll be able to keep that job if I've got to stay where I am any longer than that." You reply with a shrug, "I guess whatever happens happens. Not much I can do to for that situation right now other than keep bugging Progressive about it."
(Continued)

>>32368396
Yeah, I saw that. I believe he also said we'd be able to power it for an hour.

It's definitely a longer term goal, we'd need to upgrade our powers first.

Dad nods in response, seeming to have expected your response, "That's good. I'm glad that you're not going to give up...I told your Mom that when she was trying to get me to help her. I said, 'Angie, Mike is the smartest and the most determined kid I've ever seen. Once he's put his mind to something there's nothing he can't make himself do.', yeah...that's what I said, and you know what? I think I was right, Mikey. I'm proud of you for that, but I think that one of these days you're going to make me, both of us...hell, I think you're going to make all of us real proud of you, son. It takes a special person to want to be a detective just to help people, Son, and it takes an even more special person to push yourself like you do."

You blink in surprise at what you're certain is the most emotional speech your father's ever made to you, though you're shaken from your stupor as you see him glance around quickly before lifting himself up off his seat to pull out his wallet. You watch speechlessly as he opens it up and snatches a piece of paper out of it, taking the time to put the folded leather back into his pocket before setting the check down on the table and slide it over to you. Looking down at it you're shocked to see that he's filled it out for fifteen-thousand dollars and has already signed it, along with making sure that it's noted to only be cashed by you.

You shake your head in disbelief as you stare down at the piece of paper in your hands, before gaping up at him stumbling over your words as you try and speak up, "I-Dad, I-I can't accept this!" You tell him quickly, trying to push the check back to him, only for him to put his hand down heavily on top of yours.

"Yes, you can, Mike, and you will. You and I both know that your claim isn't going to come in before Monday...you need this right now, and I've got plenty of money. All of you kids are over eighteen now, Son, I'm not paying any child support and I don't do anything other than work all year 'round."

>>32368877
Dad is definitely super... Maybe not a super hero, but pretty cool none the less.

>>32368877
Damm based dad why are you so based?

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>>32368877
based dad is based

You shake your head again, a somewhat sick feeling welling up in the pit of your stomach at the thought of you Dad just -giving- you fifteen-thousand dollars. It's more money than you've ever had at one time in your entire life, and it could have paid the rent in your old apartment for more than a year if you didn't use it for anything else. "But-"

"But nothing, Micheal. I'm serious, here...I want you to take this money. If you don't then I will to the nearest strip club and dump every single cent of it on the first stripper I see, and I'm begging you not to make me do that to myself, because if I do that then chance are that I'm going to get some fat old lady with titties all the way down to her belly button." He says, his voice starting out dead-serious before slowly growing back to his previously cheery tone.

Despite your discomfort you have to suppress a small shudder at the mental image he implanted into your mind, what's worse is that you're afraid that he'll actually do it if you don't accept it. It's clear that he wants you to accept this, and if you tell him no it'll almost certainly kill the mood of the entire meal...you're not even sure if he would stay if you tell him no. On the other hand, up until now you've earned every single thing you've had, it's not that you have a problem with charity...except for when it comes to people giving charity to you, and that's exactly what this feels like right now. The only difference here is that the one giving it to you is a member of your family, and there's almost no way you're going to be able to pay the money back to him, not for years at least.
(Choice in next post.)

>>32368877
Does anyone else want to suddenly register and become the greatest superhero Millenium City has ever seen just to live up to Based Dad's epectations and make him proud?
Clean up west side by night in our costume and by day hunt down the scum of the city as a police detective?

>>32368930
>>32368932
>>32369060
All these feels. What do?

As you look back up at him, it's clear your Dad's expecting you to take the check right now, but what do YOU want to do?
>Take the money. As much as you hate to admit it, you really need it right now, and you don't think you could bear to see the look on his face if you tell him no right now.
>Tell him no. You can't do this...as tempting as it is, you can't let yourself just take this much money from somebody without any way of paying it back to them, especially if it's your family.

>>32369094
Hug him maybe?

>>32369103
>>Take the money. As much as you hate to admit it, you really need it right now, and you don't think you could bear to see the look on his face if you tell him no right now.

>>32369108
>>Take the money. As much as you hate to admit it, you really need it right now, and you don't think you could bear to see the look on his face if you tell him no right now.

forgot to add my choice

>>32369103
>>Take the money. As much as you hate to admit it, you really need it right now, and you don't think you could bear to see the look on his face if you tell him no right now.
Also can we let him know we are a metahuman?

>>32369103
>Take the money

>>32369130
Just straight up say 'Cheers for the dosh, also, I can shoot lightning bolts out of my every orifice'

>>32369103
>Take the money. As much as you hate to admit it, you really need it right now, and you don't think you could bear to see the look on his face if you tell him no right now.
>But tell him that you ARE going to pay him back some day.
Voting no on the meta reveal.

>>32369103
Take the money. Hug him. Ask him a what if. If you were a meta, would you fight crime, or just try to hide and be normal?

>>32369163
>But tell him that you ARE going to pay him back some day.
say this
>>32369167
maybe this. still wary of letting anyone know that we are a meta.
even based dad

>>32369103
>Take the money and run.
More seriously, I'm all for the hypothetical question.

Well, looks like it's unanimous to accept the money. I've got people saying we should tell him that we will pay him back and people saying we should either tell him straight up that we're meta or pose a hypothetical question to him, so...

To tell him you'll pay him back, vote
>1

To do the above and then tell him straight up about being a super, vote
>2

To tell him you'll pay him back but pose a question to him, vote
>3

To do none of the above and just take the money, vote
>4

>3

>>32369235
1

>>32369235
3

>>32369235
1

>>32369235
3

>>32369235
1

Alright guys, since it's coming up even I flipped a coin.

>Writing to just tell him that you'll pay him back.

>>32369364
I can deal with that

Looking down at the check sitting on the table, you blow out a shaky breath, your stomach doing somersaults as you re-read the five-figure digit. You desperately want to tell him no, that you can't take this and that he should go and spend it on a stripper, like he threatened to do, but as hard as you try you can't force yourself to do it. You could set yourself up for at least a year with this, and that's assuming you don't get a roommate or something...you'll be able to keep yourself in school and keep your job and get a new apartment, all of it!

As your gaze travels back up to your father, it's clear from the wide grin on his face that he already knows that you're going to take the check. Pushing yourself up out of your seat you lean over the table to him and pull him into a hug, letting out another uneven breath as you do so. "I'm not going to waste this, Dad...and I WILL pay you back some day, I promise." You manage to get out after doing your best to swallow the lump in your throat, though the comforting pat on your back that he gives you only makes the effort even more difficult.

"You don't need to do that, Mike, I already told you that I don't need the money, and I'm not worried about you wasting it. You'll do the right thing with it, I'm sure of it." He tells you confidently, before putting his hands on your shoulders and pushing you back, so that he can look in in the eye again, "The only thing I want you to promise me is that you do everything you can to make the world a better place, just like you've been planning to do since you've been a kid. You're meant for great things, Micheal...and I expect you to meet that destiny with your shoulders squared while you stand tall." He says, pausing before letting out a small chuckle at your expense, "Well...tall for you, anyways."
(Continued in next post.)

You can't help but laugh at the joke as you nod your head, despite the fact that normally the only person allowed to joke about your height is yourself, "You're an asshole, Dad...but I promise that I'll make you proud some day." You reply thickly as you finally slide back into your seat across from him, a somewhat embarrassed smile crossing your face while you fold the check and put it into your pocket.

Your father beams across the table at you, clearly amused by your response, even as he shakes his head, "I told you, bud, you've already made me proud. I just know that even as good as you've done so far, you're going to do a lot better."

You're about to respond, though you aren't entirely sure what you're going to say, when your server reappears at the end of the walkway and makes her way towards the two of you. If she notices the somewhat awkwardly grateful atmosphere at the table, she doesn't show it as she smiles at both of you while producing a small notepad from her apron and looking at you expectantly, "Are you two ready to order, or do you need a little more time?" She asks cheerily, looking back and forth between the two of you, before your father speaks up first.

"Yeah, I think we're ready. I'm going to go ahead and get the the spaghetti with Italian sausage." He tells her calmly, before turning his gaze towards you while she finishes jotting his order down, "Well, what about you, bud? You gonna tell the pretty lady what you want to get?"

You see a small blush blossom across the redhead's face, though she remains almost purely professional as she looks at you expectantly, though you do notice a small twitch of a smile on her face as she sees your own embarrassment at your father's familiar antics, "Oh, uh...sure, I'd like the shrimp linguini with Alfredo sauce, please."

The young woman nods and writes down your order as well before dropping her pen and pad back into her pocketed apron, "Alrighty, I'll get your orders out to you as soon as possible."

>>32369850
I can almost hear the waifufags arguing over the redhead already

>>32369878
Me, all I hear is the approaching sirens blaring after we gave our name.

>>32369878
I can't see why. She doesn't even have a name...#1 has only referred to her by 'redhead' and server, hasn't he? Unless I missed something, I guess.
>>32369897
This. This is what I'm worried about.
Honestly I'm a little worried about this whole situation. So far things haven't gone well for Mike at all...this is suspicious.

>>32369921
Perhaps she's actually trying to remain inconspicuous, because she's secretly Kaitlin in disguise. Or a cop. Or a spy. Or a supervillain. Seriously though, if we want, we can just ask her name. Start building contacts and such. By contacts, I mean waifus.

"Thanks." You reply, offering her a smile, to which she nods before turning and making her way once again back into the back to deliver your order. As you turn your attention back towards your Dad the smile you see him giving you is setting off alarm bells in your head, even with the major amount of good-will he's won from you. "What?"

"She's pretty, isn't she?" He asks with a grin before taking a drink.

You let out a sigh, already knowing where this is going, "She's pretty good looking, yeah." You admit, though you follow it up with a shrug. "What about it?"

"She likes you..."

"I know."

"You know?"

"Yes."

Your father pauses for a moment as he takes that in, stroking his moustache as he does so, before grinning brightly again, "So, who is she?"

You blink in confusion at the question. "How should I know what her name is?" You ask, somewhat warily, before starting to take a drink.

"No, not her, I'm talking about your girlfriend, the one that you're living with. Who is she?"

Your eyes widen at the question, coughing roughly as you suck in a larger amount of water than you meant to in your surprise, drawing an uproarious laugh from your Dad, as well as the attention from several of the other guests as well as the servers. It takes you several moments to recover from your hacking fit, and your dad is still chuckling as you grab the napkin from the table and wipe your face off with it.

He grins triumphantly back at you as you glare at him, "So, you do have one then?" He asks expectantly.

You roll your eyes at his childish glee, your luminous view of him brought just a little closer back down to Earth, though you'll admit not by much. "No, I don't. Not any more anyways." You say pointedly, "My last girlfriend and I broke up about two months ago, and to be honest it's probably for the best. I don't have time for a girlfriend right now."

"But you are living with a girl?" He replies, giving you a smug look as you narrow your eyes at him.

"How do-"

>>32370211
inb4 you just told me

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Perfect example of the costume we should wear
just need to incorporate some kevlar into the jacket.
jeans/cargo pants
leather gloves with conductive material on the fingertips and knuckles
combat boots
backpack/hip pouch to carry our sweet electro gadgets we make
an Amp or some other weapon we can conduct electricity through and BOOM!
a bitching costume that doesnt make us look like a twat

>>32370336
I'm not a huge fan of that look if we are trying to be a hero. It just doesn't say hero to me.

>>32370336
Just wear a kevlar vest under the jacket. Just sewing kevlar into a jacket wouldn't be very effective.

Or better yet, get some type III armor.

He smirks at you and shakes his head, "You should know better than to tell your mother anything you don't want the entire world to know by now, Mike."

You groan at his all too predictable answer, shaking your own head at your novice mistake, "She's just letting me crash on her couch for a couple of days until I can find a new apartment." You explain, not being able to bring yourself to admit to him that if it hadn't been for his check you'd probably be sleeping on that particular couch for a lot longer than you're really comfortable with. "I'm pretty sure that if I actually tried anything with this particular girl she'd kick my ass pretty hard."

The older man raises an eyebrow at you, "Nah, you're in pretty good shape, I'm sure you could take her." He says dismissively, clearly not seeing the shadow of dread that passes over your face at the thought of having to try and take Kaitlin in another head-on fight.

While you initially consider arguing the point with him, you decide that while you more than trust him enough to admit what you are to him, you're in too public of a place to even think about it, and while you'll admit that Kaitlin is pretty open about her powers you can't help but think that it's not your secret to tell, no matter how open of a secret it may be. Instead you decide to just drop the topic and let the conversation flow forward, especially seeing as how it seems your father has already chosen to do so himself.

Eventually your food does arrive and the two of you fall into a period of silence as you eat, only occasionally broken with scattered conversation, until the two of you finish. Well, you're finished anyways, your Dad is still working on the last bit of his pasta and a few meatballs. Just as your Dad does finish, the server comes by and drops off the check, smiling at both of you as she tells you to take your time, but that you can pay up front when you're ready to leave.

Rolled 73

>>32370366
it will once we splash our symbol over it.
niggas will be lining up on the streets to buy merchandise with our name on it

>>32370336
Looks more like some street thug than a hero. Also, that's cold weather gear.

You nod to her as she leaves, absently reaching for the check only to have it snatched from your grasp by your dad. In reality you know that there's no way you can afford it right now...you may have a check for fifteen-thousand dollars in your pocket, but that's not going to do you any good in paying a bill that you're more than certain is far above the twenty dollar limit you've got on your physical cash right now. "I said I'd pay for it, and I meant it, Mike. Don't worry about it." He tells you, not missing the small frown of displeasure on your face as both of you start to stand up.

"Yeah, I know, but I just-" You start to say, but before you can finish your sentence a loud commotion erupts from the front of the restaurant and quickly spreads back.

"Shut up, bitch! We're coming in now, and you're going to give us what we want!" You hear a man shout, followed by the sound of a woman starting to protest, only for her to be cut off with what sounds like an extremely heavy slap, followed by a small burst of shots fired up into the air, sending many of the diners scrambling up out of their seats as screams fill the air. "Everybody shut up and sit the hell down, and we won't have to hurt anybody!" You hear the man shout, accompanied by the sound at least two other people rushing deeper into the building and shouting at various people to start handing over their money and valuables while the apparent leader draws most people's attention by making his way up to the bar and pulling himself up onto it so that everybody in the immediate area can see him.

"Alright! So, for all you motherfuckers that haven't figured it out by now, this is a god damned robbery! If you all know what good for you then you aren't going to do anything stupid like try and call the police...I'm sure some of you have already tried, of course, but I figure that I'll give you a fair warning! We have a cell phone jammers already fuckin' doin' their fuckin' jobs!"

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>>32370577
>>32370392
>>32370366
Something like this then.
Goggles underneath the hood instead of on top of
Bulletproof armor underneath the jacket
knee and elbow pads
Black instead of red
make the blue brighter, like neon
on the back, white skull with the lightning bolts crisscrossed behind it, like some anon said in an earlier thread
and some sort of lightning motif on the front

would that look more superheroey?

>>32370652
>Goggles underneath the hood instead of on top of
Fine
>Bulletproof armor underneath the jacket
Yep
>knee and elbow pads
Not sure if we need it
>Black instead of red
>make the blue brighter, like neon
I liked the dark blue and silver color scheme that was made last thread
>on the back, white skull with the lightning bolts crisscrossed behind it, like some anon said in an earlier thread
Not gonna lie, that sounds kinda lame
>and some sort of lightning motif on the front
Maybe keep it plain and simple

>>32370652
I still think we should wear armor that is rated to stop rifle rounds, but there seems to be some opposition to that.

"But...just to be safe, you're all going to drop your phones on the ground and raise your hands up in the air, like ya just don't care!" The leader finishes, raising his own hands in the air to emphasize his point, before dropping them back down and spinning around, the barrel of his SMG deliberately pointing at the restaurant's occupants as he does so, before turning it back down on to the redheaded server cowering beneath the bar. Now, you, you sexy little thing, are going to get into the the cash register and fill up this bag with all the money that you haven't dropped in the safe. And I swear that if I see a single dye pack go into that bag then I'm going to blow your brains out!"

It's clear from the way the leader is handling the crowd, while the other thugs rush through the area collecting valuables from the terrified customers and servers that these guys are either professionals or, at the very least, have had this planned out to a tee for quite a while. Your fists clench beneath the table, having been forced to sit back down when the main man was making his speech, sparks flying from your hands as you feel more than just a little anger flow through at the thought of these people just busting in here and robbing everybody at gun point.

As you're raging internally about what's happening here you almost don't notice your father's hand slowly slipping down to his belt, though the moment you notice it you suddenly remember the concealed carry holster that he carries there. Your eyes widen in alarm as you realize exactly what he's got planned, and you shake your head vehemently, "No, don't do that, Dad! They've got automatic weapons!" You hiss at him, jerking your head towards the man on top of the bar as you do so.

Your fathers eyes narrow at you as he shakes his head back, "Somebody's got to do something, Son, and if the police aren't going to be coming then who knows what could happen?!" He hisses back, his hand still moving towards the holster on his belt.

You wince at what he says, knowing that on some level it's true, but you're not quite ready to let him do something as stupid as pull a gun out in the middle of an armed robbery being perpetrated by people wielding submachine guns that, by all appearances, are not afraid to use them. As your mind rushes, trying to find ways that you might be able to defuse the situation, you come up with a complete blank...until your eyes land on the over-sized cloth napkin that your silverware were initially wrapped in.

Memories of your training last night flash through your head and finally you decide that you know exactly what you can do, though you're more than just a little reluctant to do it, given the fact that you're sure there's at least half a dozen people that might be able to identify you, if they so choose, though given the fact that one of them is your father you can probably narrow that number down to just four or five. Still, that's a lot of people that could give your description to the police when they finally arrive, and if that happens then you've got no doubt that the first place both they and Primus go looking for you is going to be Katilin's apartment.

It looks like it's going to be a gamble either way...if you don't act now then you're sure that your father is going to draw his pistol on this guy up on the bar...no matter what happens in that situation it's obvious that there are going to be people who end up dead, and you're not comfortable with the odds of your father and other civilians being among those casualties. On the other hand if you do take action then you're going to have to either trust the people around you not to tell the police what you look like or hope that they don't actually give that good of a description of you.
(Options coming up next.)

It's up to you, now...what are you going to do?
>Try to get your dad to stand down again. You sincerely doubt that it'll work, but you might be able to convince him...maybe. [roll 3d10 against a DC of 22]
>Let your dad do what he's planning to do. You're just going to have to trust him and hope that he knows what he's doing...and pray he doesn't get himself killed.
>Take action by attacking fast and hard. Disguise yourself and tell your Dad what your plan is. Do you want to tell him to stand down or ask him to join you? [Roll 3d10]
>Take action, but be smart about it. This isn't just you playing cat and mouse with Kaitlin, people's lives are at stake, including yours and, most importantly at the moment, your father's. Do you want to tell him to stand down or ask him to join you? [Roll 3d10]

Rolled 8, 1, 1 = 10

>>32371020
>>Take action, but be smart about it. This isn't just you playing cat and mouse with Kaitlin, people's lives are at stake, including yours and, most importantly at the moment, your father's. Do you want to tell him to stand down or ask him to join you?
Stand down
and I don't really have a plan of attack so I'll let others decide on the exact plan

Rolled 9, 4, 7 = 20

>>32371020
>>Take action, but be smart about it. This isn't just you playing cat and mouse with Kaitlin, people's lives are at stake, including yours and, most importantly at the moment, your father's. Do you want to tell him to stand down or ask him to join you? [Roll 3d10]

Wait for them to get to your table then shock them.

Disguise yourself and use your powers to subdue the rest of them while your dad backs you up with his pistol.

Rolled 2, 5, 6 = 13

>>32371020
Tell dad to give you his gun and go rambo on those mofos. We do know how to use a gun, right?

It occurs to me that I should have made this more clear, but I was planning to have you play at being sneaky if you were doing the 'smart' thing. My bad there...if anybody wants to change their vote then now's the time to speak up, or forever hold their peace, yadda yadda.

>>32371154
Uh, go solid snake on them.

Rolled 8, 5, 3 = 16

>>32371020
>>Take action, but be smart about it. This isn't just you playing cat and mouse with Kaitlin, people's lives are at stake, including yours and, most importantly at the moment, your father's. Do you want to tell him to stand down or ask him to join you? [Roll 3d10]

tell him to stand down and lay down cover fire

Rolled 9, 1, 6 = 16

>>32371020
>Take action but be smart about it.
>Stand down.

>>32371154
We still got that ski mask?

>10, 20, 16. Regular Success.
>>32371188
No, it's back at our apartment along with our goggles. If we're going to disguise ourselves then we're going to have to use the napkin...it's a big napkin.

Also,
>Writing to be sneaky.

You stare down at the table unseeingly for several more moments as your mind rushes, desperately trying to figure another way out of this situation, before ultimately giving in and forcing yourself to acknowledge what you need to do. "Dad, stop." You whisper quietly, drawing a disappointed stare from him as you do so, though his disappointment turns to confusion as you look up at him, determination shining in your eyes as you snatch the dark blue napkin off the table and wrap it hastily around the lower half of your face before tying a tight, if sloppy, knot around the back of your head.

"What are YOU doing?" You hear the older man whisper harshly to you, clearly just as happy with the idea of you interfering as you were with him.

"I'm doing the right thing." You reply shortly, tugging firmly on your makeshift to make sure it doesn't come off before casting a quick sideways glance at the man on the bar. He's just turned around to make sure that your server is still working to empty the cash register, though you're sure that here soon he'll be turning his attention back in your direction. Just as you start to move you feel a firm hand grip your wrist, holding you at the table and drawing your attention again.

"Michael, you don't even have a weapon! Sit down and let me handle this!" He mutters harshly, before jumping back a little and letting go of your arm as lightning literally flashes in your eyes while sparks fly from your fingertips.

"I AM a weapon, Dad." You tell him, before reaching down and snatching the pistol from his holster before he can even think about stopping you. "Now you stay here and be safe. I'll take care of these guys as quick as possible and then we'll get out of here."

Your father stares after you speechlessly as you crouch down and start moving as quietly as you can, drawing quite a few stares from the civilians as you do so though thankfully you manage to duck behind one half-walls separating the center of the restaurant from the left and right sections, slipping the pistol into the back of your waistband as you do so. From here it looks like you can get to either the left or right sections pretty easily and, assuming nobody else came in while you weren't listening, there should only be two other thugs in here aside from the asshole up there on the bar.

Keeping that in mind you peek around the corner of the left wall that you're currently ducking behind, your eyes widening as the robber on that side just barely misses seeing you as he turns around and starts slowly making his way towards you as he finishes shaking the customers on this side down. Daring to peek out the other side, you can see that the robber on the right side is still pretty far down the line from you, while the thug on the bar's attention is focused back in your general direction, though he's not seeming to pay too much attention.

You're pretty sure that you could make your way across the gap if you wanted to, as long as you timed it right, and from there you could easily start trying to close in on the asshole to the right...assuming you actually make it all the way to him without getting yourself spotted you could probably take him out without either of his partners noticing. If you stay where you are now though, you'll be able to take out the thug to the left in just a minute or two, and he would never know what hit him...it's almost certain though that the leader would see him go down though, and it's not like he would just let the other guy just stand around passively while there was a threat in the immediate area. You suppose that you could try and hurl a lightning bolt at the leader too, but that would completely destroy any element of stealth you might have had, and it's far from a guaranteed hit.

So what are you going to do now? Regardless of your choice, roll 3d10
>Go for the thug to the left. You're guaranteed to take him out, and with one down it could cause the other two to panic...though whether that's a good thing or not is up for debate...
>Make your way to the thug on the right. It won't be easy, for sure, but it may be the smartest option of the three of them, if you can pull it off.
>Hurl a lightning bolt at the leader. You might be able to take him out, and it could cause panic among the other two if you actually manage it, but you're in a target rich environment at the moment...and there's only three of these targets that you actually want to hit.
>Write-in.

Rolled 4, 7, 8 = 19

>>32371547
>Make your way to the thug on the right. It won't be easy, for sure, but it may be the smartest option of the three of them, if you can pull it off.

I am sorry if the quality is dropping guys, but I'm starting to drag here. Once these guys are taken care of there'll be a small close out scene, but after that I am done. Not sure whether Q&A is going to happen or not, guess it depends on whether or not I can stay awake long enough and if anybody's interested in questions.

Rolled 9, 10, 3 = 22

>>32371547
>>Make your way to the thug on the right. It won't be easy, for sure, but it may be the smartest option of the three of them, if you can pull it off.

Rolled 8, 9, 3 = 20

>>32371547
>Make your way to the thug on the right. It won't be easy, for sure, but it may be the smartest option of the three of them, if you can pull it off.
Save the lightning for a trump card.

>>32371547
>Make your way to the thug on the right. It won't be easy, for sure, but it may be the smartest option of the three of them, if you can pull it off.

>19, 22, 20. Great Success!
Alrighty, looks like the guy on the right is the winner. Lucky him.

>Writing.

Your heart pounds heavily in your chest as you glance one more time around the corner, checking to make sure that the leader is still distracted, before rushing across the gap. You momentarily think about slowing down,but ultimately decide to keep your momentum, so long as you can do it quietly which, as it turns out, is much simpler than you'd expected it to be.

As you hurry down the walkway, drawing confused and hopeful stares from the terrified diners, you realize that either you were very wrong about these guys being professionals or you're much better at get the drop on people than you thought you were, though considering just how coordinated you are perhaps you shouldn't be surprised to learn that you're capable of sneaking up on people.

In what seems like no time at all, and with hardly a sound made on your part, you find yourself just a few feet away from the gun-toting thug, slowing inching your way closer and closer until finally you manage to get up right behind him. With your arms hovering over his head an back, before you rush forward and snatch him up within your grip, letting lightning surge through your body even as your hand clamps firmly over his mouth, ensuring that not a single sound escapes him as he convulses in your iron grip, before finally slumping back against you as he passes out.

Letting out a sigh of mixed relief and nervousness, you let the man drop to the ground with a soft thud, grateful for the persistent shouting from the leader on the bar as you do so. The thugs are now one man down without even realizing it and, best of all, you're behind both of the remaining ones now. You're pretty sure it would be relatively simple to get the drop on the leader now, seeing as how he's the closest and easily the most occupied, but given your lack of cover you're pretty much screwed if he turns around. Unfortunately trying to get the drop on the thug to the left is going to be a huge pain in the ass now, if it's even possible, seeing as how you'd have to be able to sneak, almost literally, under the head thug's nose, and even if you did manage to do it you'd just be exposing yourself to being seen by the leader again once you took out the other thug. Still, it is an option...of course if you're more interested in just giving up the idea of stealth you could start throwing around lighting bolts now, you've certainly got the advantage from your position, at least at the moment anyways.

What are you going to do? Regardless of your choice, roll 3d10.
>Try to get a drop on the thug on top of the bar. You're not going to be able to keep him quiet when you take him down, but it'd be impossible to miss the fact that he's shut up anyways.
>Try to bypass the leader right now, in favor of trying to sneak up on the far thug. [Hard]
>Give up your stealth in favor of hitting one of the robbers hard and fast. Which one do you want to target?

Rolled 8, 5, 8 = 21

>>32371870
>Give up your stealth in favor of hitting one of the robbers hard and fast. Which one do you want to target?
target the thug on the left

Rolled 8, 3, 9 = 20

>>32371870
>>Try to get a drop on the thug on top of the bar. You're not going to be able to keep him quiet when you take him down, but it'd be impossible to miss the fact that he's shut up anyways

Rolled 8, 7, 10 = 25

>>32371870
Go for the leader.

>21, 20, 25. Great Success!

Looks like we're taking out the leader all sneaky like.

>Writing.

>>32371870
Go for the leader, once he's down, throw a bolt at the last thug before he's fully aware of what is happening

>>32371952
Have we actually used our powers in any conspicuous way yet? If not, we can still try to hide our metahuman status.

>>32371952
At the rate these dice are rolling we might not have to show our powers. Just sneak up and subdue them.

>>32371948
What gear do these guys have on? Can we loot them?

You decide that, as tempting as it is to try and end this as fast as possible, you're afraid that if you try and do that then this place will just devolve into a complete madhouse. One angry with a gun is bad enough, but two is more than you're willing to risk dealing with right now. With that thought in mind you start moving slowly towards the man standing on the bar and shouting at the crowd still, "Well, we thank you all for your patronage, and we hope you come again! I know that we certainly will be-"

You can't help but shake your head at the idiotic and long-winded speech the asshole's giving to his captive audience, clearly enamored with the idea of having people that have no choice but to listen to his every word. As you slowly make your way up to the bar you see the redheaded server's eyes widen in shock as she sees you coming towards her, clearly recognizing you despite the makeshift mask you're relying on. She's about to open her mouth to tell you something when you shake your head and hold a finger up to your lips, pausing for a moment as you do so, just as the 'star of the party' does so as well.

A grimace dominates your face under the mask as the man starts to turn around, apparently realizing for the first since you took him out a few minutes ago that he was missing a man. "John? Hey, what the hell, man? Where the ll are yo-"

Before the thug can finish turning around you dart forwards to grab his leg and yank it out from under him, sending him and his bag of money toppling down to the floor. Unfortunately he's not nearly as quiet about it as the money is. "FUCK! God damn it, who the fucking hell are you?!" He manages to shout out, between pained curses, shortly before receiving an electrified fist to the face, the lightning it sends surging into his body making him convulse and let out another pained scream before slumping back against the bar, his body still twitching, but his consciousness completely faded.

Rather than standing there and looking down on your handiwork, however, you jump forward, sliding over the bar and slamming into what little bit of cover you have as a spray of gunfire suddenly roars out from the single gunman left in the restaurant who, clearly has just been made of the fact that he is completely alone. "T-Tony?! John?! Damn it guys! What the fuck's happening!? ANSWER ME!" The thug shouts angrily over the panicked cries of the crowd who, thankfully, have shown to exhibit a small level of common sense as they throw themselves to the floor in an effort to keep themselves as far away from the bullets as possible.

It's clear that this last robber has no idea what he wants to do, it's likely that he knows that there's no getting out of this situation for him, though you're afraid that could make him even more dangerous. You could try and take him out from here with a lightning bolt which, given the fact that he's not exactly keeping to cover should be easy, though so far you've managed not to leave much physical evidence of you using your powers, though there obviously have been a handful of witnesses. Still, if you throw a lightning bolt at him and miss then there'll be no doubt for anybody who checks this out that whoever took these guys out was using electrokinesis. You suppose that if you're feeling brave you could try and rush him..it'd reduce the chances of leaving physical evidence if you can get in close enough to him, but somehow you're pretty sure that getting filled full of holes would be just a bit worse than the alternative, not to mention the fact that you'd be leaving your blood all over the place...not exactly a smart move. Last of all, you suppose that you could try to talk the man down to see if you can get him to surrender. Unfortunately you don't know much about him or his mental state, for all you know he could be completely insane...though you doubt it's that bad.
(choices in next post)

So what are you going to do? Regardless of what you choose, roll 3d10.
>Hit him with a lightning bolt. This isn't a time to play, if this keeps up then somebody could get killed.
>Try to rush him, while doing your best to keep in cover. It's risky as hell, but if you can pull it off it might be worth it. [Hard]
>Try to talk him down. You don't know much about him, and to be honest he may not exactly be in the mood to talk with you right now, but you could at least try. [Hard]
>Write-in.

>>32372312
Can't we just shoot him?

Like, grab the gun of the dude we just dude we just downed and spray and pray? Everyone's already on the ground and everything.

Rolled 6, 3, 8 = 17

>>32372312
You have a gun. Shoot him.

>>32372023
They don't have much on them as far as anything we would want. Possibly the cell phone jammers, you would have fried the batteries, but it might be interesting to see what you can do with them.

>>32372312
>Try to get as close as possible to him without alarming him of your presence, then hit him with lightning or a gun - you aren't trained enough to shoot lightning/bullets at long range

Rolled 10, 1, 5 = 16

>>32372326
What about their guns?

Rolled 6, 6, 7 = 19

>>32372314
Incidentally, if this is accepted, my roll.

Rolled 2, 5, 3 = 10

>>32372327
forgot to roll

Why go for the lethal option when we can take him out non-lethally with our lightning bolt? If we didn't have any other choice I could see it, but we've got the tools right there that will allow us to let him live.

Rolled 3, 5, 4 = 12

>>32372326
No armored vests or even wallets on them?

Rolled 10, 7, 6 = 23

>>32372312
>Hit him with a lightning bolt. This isn't a time to play, if this keeps up then somebody could get killed.
NO MERCY

>>32372353
Because that will give away our metahuman status.

Also who he's spraying down a room with gunfire. You really want to worry about his life right now?

>>32372355
I suppose so, yes they would have armored vests on them, though I do have to question how you plan on transporting those through the city without it being noticed. Not saying you can't do it, I'm just asking if you have a plan. A small thing like the jammer can be hidden, there's no hiding a vest like that.

>17, 16, 19. Great Success.
Looks like I'm writing to shoot him.

>Writing.

>>32372373
Take one and roll it up, it'll just look like a cloth bundle. Unless it's hard armor?

>>32372366
But we're already outed as metahuman! If you paid attention #1 said we hit that last guy with an electrical fist. People saw that!

>>32372418
Unless it showed obvious sparks all they saw was us knocking out some dude.

>>32372373
Do we have a suitcase or something like that?
If we don't, we can fold it and transport it in the plastic bag before wrapping some kind of cloth around the vest. Or we can ask our dad if he has any idea on how to conceal it. We can cut the shoulders part on an armored vest to integrate it on our costume.

>>32372402
Dude, we just played big damn hero and saved a restaurant full of people. No going full murderhobo. We want the PR.

>>32372439
Good idea, we could borrow some take out bags and put it in there.

This is a nicer restraunt so maybe they have paper bags.

>>32372441
We gotta book it fast after this. The police are coming, if they look too deep into this they'll force us to register for sure.

>>32372439
Or we could just put it on underneath our jacket

>>32372454
I somehow doubt that paper bags will hold.

>>32372478
Or they'll throw is in prison.
You know...cause we killed a guy.

>>32372480
People are gonna notice it on our way back and we don't need police crashing on our hideout.

>>32372500
The dude literally open fire into a crowd of people. No one's gonna fault us for shooting him.

>>32372521
No, but you still have to stand trial for it.
Just because they'll find us not guilty for reason of self defense doesn't mean we won't go to prison for a while if they catch us.
Plus this is probably ruining our reputation with any of the heroes around here, at least not the ones that are are all grimdark and crap.

>>32372512
So zip up the jacket then

>>32372555
It doesn't matter since we have to get away anyway.

Also, what reputation? We haven't noticeably used our powers yet, and we haven't even come out as a superhero.

>>32372396
So are we zappin this nigga
I think shooting him has a MUCH higher chance of actually killing him

>>32372615
Read the post you quoted.

>>32372628
I did. Still confused.
Shoot as in with a gun or shoot him with lightning.
The wording is murky. Or more likely, I'm just fucking retarded

>>32372656
I'm pretty sure it's shooting him with the gun, but rereading it you're right, it is rather vague.

Let's just list both sides of the arguments:
>Lightning vs gun
Lower chance of killing the guy outright vs outing ourselves without doubt as a meta
>Loot vs no loot
Getting some gear vs not losing rep if this is ever tied back to us
Did I miss anything?
Personally I'm for gunning him down, not looting and gtfoing, but that's just me.

>>32372687
I'm pretty neutral towards all of it.
I'm cool with whatever happens.
I just don't want to kill this guy
If we're in a fight with another super, sure kill him but this just feels like overkill or something

>>32372687
We could probably get away with snagging the signal blocker and maybe a pistol. Vest might be too cumbersome.

>>32372734
We kind of need a gun either way because it's our dad's and because we have our prints on it.

Rolled 97

>>32372734
Cops will be here later. What do you think theyll do once they find out that one of the customers stole a fucking gun from the crime scene.

>>32372720
I don't agree. He was fine with shooting at the bystanders, he could be as lethal as a super villain.

Doesn't matter how they're killed, they're still dead.

You start to move to throw a lightning bolt at the last robber, only to nearly get hit in the face by a spray of bullets as he suddenly storms forward, apparently somehow deciding that you're not a threat. Stumbling backwards you do the first thing that comes to mind, despite your powers, and snatch your father's pistol from the waistband of your jeans and level it at the man. Your hands tremble as you hold the pistol, desperately trying to bring yourself to squeeze the trigger. Finally as the thug starts closing in, and is leveling his own weapon on you when finally you force yourself to fire the gun. Five shots ring out loudly, as the bullets whiz through the air and slam into the gunman's chest, sending out three white puffs as the vest first holds against your small barrage but ultimately gives in to your final two shots, allowing them to actually penetrate his chest.

The robber cries out, both in shock and pain as he stumbles backwards before falling and slamming into the wall, sliding down it onto the ground. You feel the color drain in your face as you hear the man gurgling in pain as he gasps desperately for air, feeling a sick feeling nearly dominate your stomach, as you find yourself unable to do anything other than stare wide-eyed at the dying man in front of you, your entire body trembling in shock as you realize exactly what you just done.

Suddenly the world snaps back into motion as you see your father rushing towards you, his eyes wide and his face nearly as pale as yours as he stares at your prone form. "M-Mike, hey, talk to me, Son! It's going to be okay, alright? You listen to me! You only done what you had to do, I promise nobody here is going to judge you!" He tells you rapidly, though you barely hear half of it as the pistol drops from your hands and you start scrambling backwards on your hands, for some reason grabbing on and not letting go to the first thing that your hand comes into contact with.

Having trouble staying awake to write sorry

>>32372799
Note I said maybe. If we're smart about it we could probably snag it without raising suspicion. And it's not like the robbers listed an inventory of their gear for the cops to compare it to.

>>32372803
But we still killed him. We're not registered with Primus yet, we're still a civilian. We need to stay under the radar and try not to do anything that will bring thhe cops or Primus down on Kaitlins and our heads.
Let's just get out of this without doing anything other then taking down the thug and then fucking running away before the cops show up. MAYBE flog a signal jammer from one of the thugs

>>32372837
They did blab to everyone about having the jammer. And I don't see how a pistol would be exceedingly beneficial.

Moreover, it doesn't seem like we're in any state to be looting right now.

>>32372833
Oh Jesus we killed him
Why didn't we just zap him

>>32372833
>Dad saying everyone your name and his relation to you out loud
>Waitress knows your full name
This is a disaster. We should talk to waitress as soon as we can, grab our dad and get the fuck out.

>>32372916
Definitely ask for her number. Just because

>>32372916
Only good thing to come out of this is no one is sure we're metahuman.

You vaguely notice your father darting forward and snatching the pistol off the ground, stuffing it back into his holster, before starting to move towards you. Unfortunately, however, you've finally managed to force yourself up to your feet clumsily and you stumble backwards, away from the thug leaning against the wall and the pool of blood that is quickly growing underneath him. The bitter taste of bile fills your mouth, though you do manage to hold yourself back from puking in the middle of the restaurant, if only just barely.

Your view of your surroundings blurs somewhat as you stumble backwards towards the exit of the building, suddenly aware of the sound of sirens blaring just outside the building. Finally you manage to snap yourself back into some semblance awareness as you come to the fully conscious realization that you just killed a man, whether or not it was in cold blood is irrelevant to you at the moment. You just killed a man in the middle of a crowded restaurant while using your powers...you have no idea whether or not anybody saw you use them or not, but you do know that there are people here that can easily identify you...and the police are here.

Suddenly the only thought that matters to you is that you have to RUN. You have to get out of here before the cops can get to you, before Primus can get to you, before Kaitlin finds out, and before you see the disappointment that you know is going to be in your father's eyes. That's the only thing you can think to do...and so, that's what you do. You run forwards easily pushing your father away from you, past the dead man, the man you killed, lying in a pool of his own blood, past the table where you were sitting and having lunch with your father just a few minutes ago, past the kitchens and through the doors, until you're outside. And then, as soon as you get out of the building you do the only thing that makes any sense for you to do.

You run.

>End of Issue 4.

>>32373026
Thanks for running OP.

>>32373026
When are you running next?

>>32373026
our dad is probably proud as fuck that we stopped a robbery singlehandedly

>>32373043
No problem. I enjoyed it, though I'm sure my last few posts aren't all that great. I'm not sure how long this thread as been running, but it's probably too long. Still, it took a twist that I didn't expect it to, and this could be fun in the future, depending on how it plays out.

Anyways, I'll answer a few questions real quick if anybody has any, but after that I'm going to go to bed.

>>32373066
Most likely tomorrow, though if I manage to actually recover and get things planned out as to how the next session starts out, beyond obviously running, I might run tonight. Chances of that are pretty slim though.

>>32373083
>>32373026
and it would be great if you could post the time and date on twitter

>>32373083
Thread's been running 18 hours.

>>32373083
How much are the chances of police finding out that we're metahuman out of this, provided we don't fuck up in future episodes?
Also, thanks a lot for running.

>>32373101
I will do so as soon as I know, I promise.
>>32373109
Damn. I kind of wish I didn't have such a problem with being so long-winded so that we could cover more ground with each thread, but at the same time I can't help but like writing the longer stuff. Either way, I guess we'll just see what happens in the future.
>>32373119
Well, you're not sure how many people saw you use your powers, though you do know for sure that there's at least two people who know your full name, know your face, and know you have powers in the restaurant. Dad isn't likely to squeal on you, unless he thinks it's for your better good, but seeing as how he's pro-meta it'd basically only be if they were just trying to help you, instead of take you in.

That said there's a good chance that the longer this goes on the more likely that you're going to get caught and be forced to register. It's entirely likely that there's going to be a manhunt for you, and while your dad has no idea where your apartment is it wouldn't be hard for Kaitlin to put things together. You've had the trauma of losing everything in your life and the trauma of killing somebody, in self defense at that, within two days of each other. You are not in a good mental state and she knows that...like I said, it's probably a waiting game before she forces help on you.
By her reasoning, Primus and other hero agencies have some of the best psychologists in the nation. It's reasonable.

>>32373184
I love the long windedness. I want this quest to run for as long as you are capable of staying awake

>>32373184
Can someone archive this thread?

>>32373302
Already done.

Vigilante route is probably possible now. Yay
We're probably scarred for life. Yay?
Registering? Fuck that noise. I don't wanna you can't make me you're not my real dad!

>>32373371
Basically this. I don't want us fucking off somewhere to the military, I'd rather have (Not)Chinese Batman Quest full of vigilante justice. Although it's gonna be hard with us losing our SAN meter constantly, but it's better in the long run.

>>32373371
>>32373406
Honestly I've been trying avoid the whole vigilante thing. I mean obviously we aren't exactly a cold blooded killer here. I can totally see using this to spring board off onto an actual origin, but past that I don't see how us freaking out about how we killed a guy, whether it was justified or not, is going to make us okay with killing more guys when we're perfectly capable of not killing them.

>>32373439
Character developement does wonderful things to people.
Provided OP is gonna do this right, that is.

>>32373439
>>32373406
>>32373371
I don't know, there's a lot of fun to be had in the champions universe when you're working for Primus. Then again it seems like the QM is kind of against the whole government thing. Well..actually I guess he's kind of bounced back and forth, hasn't he? Either way I kind of want to go to Monster Island at some point. Why the hell would we go there if we didn't have a reason to do so? How are we going to become a big name hero if we don't actually do, you know...hero things? Most people don't worship murderers that have an agenda. They call them terrorists.

>>32373460
As long as he does it right from a certain point of view. Not all of us want to turn ourselves into the freaking Punisher.

>>32373482
>>32373439
The only way I can see us becoming okay with killing and crap is if we get into Primus or something.
From what I've seen mike is no Rorschach or Punisher. If he's going to be turned into an actual killer, then he's going to actually have to be trained to be turned into a killer.
Besides that, I've got no real problem with killing when it's absolutely necessary. The key word there is necessary, not just because some villain has super powers, not just because some guy has a gun, and not just because he ate our sandwich.
From what little I've seen of the story there seems to be a few windows for that, but like I said they're mostly Primus stuff, remember QM telling us about VIPER? Are they a terrorist group or something? It sounds like they're pretty bad and are in the whole actual war kind of thing.

Then again, maybe this is just going to devolve into us becoming murder hobos like people were trying to force it earlier. No wonder he killed the quest when he did.

>>32373482
Why would we want to become a big name hero if being a vigilante is more fun? If we're gonna work for Primus, then from what OP told us we're basically either gonna be on the front lines or under strict supervision, along with apparently evil government monitoring our every move 24/7. It's gonna be better to go vigilante, that way we aren't bound to anything, we get to do slice of life antics with careful identity protection and we get to be The Other Thor The Second at night.
>>32373500
We don't want to cry our eyes out for every hyperbadperson we kill either.

>>32373597
No, he killed the thread because he'd been running it for 18 fucking hours. Dumbass.

>>32373500
I wasn't saying we become someone like the punisher. Vigilante was always in my mind ever since I learned about registering. That said I doubt we'd do anything until a couple of things happen.
1) The manhunt for us dies down
Yeah we MAY have killed a guy. The cop are either going to want to put us in jail or on trial to convict these guys. Or the want to question us there's still like 6 or 5 other prime witness plus unless our dad gun wasn't registered he might pull off a based one and take credit for our sake
2) We talk to our dad or maybe the redhead hell maybe if we see the people on the news thanking us
Right now we feel like we fucked up. Big time were freaking the hell out. We need someone to ground us and let us know we're either not alone or we did the right thing.

>>32373631
>We need someone to ground us
Dad gave us loadsemone, we can safely rent a house and get a part-time job or something. We can use it for our costume too if Kaitlin is dead-set on getting us registered at this point.

>>32373704
I meant mentally ground us. As for a job we are studying law Im still playing with the idea that we become a cop at some point. Based dad and Kate could help us out with an apartment the only question is which side are we going to live on?

>>32373785
>>32373482
I think we should let this play out. Like a few other people have been saying, I think that the Vigilante route is still perfectly okay. Surely there are other organizations other than Primus and such in the world, and we can't possibly be the only unregistered meta in MC, never mind the US or the world, and if not then oh well. I'm sure QM has ideas about how we can get to different places than just MC without the government. Hell, the government could be a driving force behind us going to those places, but instead of going there for them we're going there because we're trying to get away from them or trying to expose the EVUL parts of the government. We can still be a big-named hero...we'll just be a big name hero that has mixed/bad publicity.
Fuck yeah, Spider-man

>>32373887
Ive had rhe idea of us joining Primus, getting trained, making friends, going on missions.
but with a governmet theres always the mandatory 'become dissilusioned/betrayed/left for dead what have you whih will lead with us working against the evils of the government as a vigilante. We can have the best of both worlds, we dont have to be locked into one side or the other. So for now, lets let this play out, get taken in by Primus so they can help us not only with training our powers but with therapy, and teaching us how to live as nornal a life as possible. Then comes the vigilante part after a good 100 threads or whatever.
its late here and im tired, sorry if that seemed disjointed and ill worded or whatever

>>32373985
There isn't any guarantee that OP won't lock us on a "Good-good hero" route though.

>>32373985
Hmm...I'd be alright with that too. Basically as one of the guys that is taken in and kind of finds himself a new home there, but always feels like there's just something...off about it? And then later you find that for all the good you've done in the world, you've allowed other people to do just as much evil.

Of course the way I was talking about, at least in the first part of my post was just general vigilante stuff, where we don't mess with the government at all past when they're trying to hunt us down, hence the Spider-man comparison. Either way I kind of like this idea, though I'm not 100% sold on it.

On another note, I am liking a recolor of the spider-man outfit up there, though I'm thinking that the red is colored dark blue, the black stays like it is, the white stays like it is, and the blue, on the shirt at least, turns to white/light gray. Either way, I guess we'll just see what happens.

I did like the trench coat costume from last thread, but from the sounds of it people are kind of turned off the idea now, and I can understand that. I'd probably go for the hoodie, goggles, and elbow and knee pads look over that anyways. It's more practical in different environments and seasons.

Also, like QM noted a few times, while technically the city has to follow federal laws and all that it sounds like the mayor is anti registration and stuff. The cops obviously aren't going to stop hunting us, but maybe it'll go easier for us?

Who knows?
QM knows.

>>32374083
How do you mean by that? I'm alright with going vigilante route, but not really alright with actually being comfortable killing people unless we're in an actual war and that's a different circumstance entirely. I'm absolutely not comfortable with becoming a murderhobo though.

>>32374094
Dammit leave my trench coat alone

>>32373985
The problem I see with that is even if we do leave prunus or whatever and wipe our name from the system. People are going to remember us, the goverment is going to remember us, the villains/heroes are going to remember us. Us going rouge might even make them hunt us down even more. We'd know where they're resources, security, and where and how the people operate. We'd become a loose end, a liability and who's to say they won't drop a kill order on us? I doubt there's just heroes and villains. If it's more like a military group and even if we do make friends I'm certain Primus would have guys who'd take that job without caring or because they're beliefs that Primus is the only way or something.

>>32374137
We don't have to kill anyone. We can stun people with our electricity, remember? After that we can just dump them near a police station or something like that

>>32374202
I can totally agree with you on that one. If we do join Primus then we're going to have a hell of a shitty life whennot if, I'm almost certain QM is setting up for a rogue agent/loose ends situation we get out. Whether it's by our choice or us getting forced out. Like you said, villains are going to be after us because they're villains and suddenly we don't have any protection, heroes are going to be after us because we're going to look like villains, and primus is going to be after us because they're primus. I honestly doubt that Primus is actually the real big bad, but I think they're almost certainly one of them.

>>32374226
Well yeah, but I was trying to say that earlier too, and apparently that just didn't fly. I guess it makes sense from a certain point of view, and to be honest I'm okay with the way #1 handled it, rather than having us be perfectly okay and asking the girl for her number and looting the bodies and a that bullshit.

I guess that at the end of the day while I wasn't happy with the vote, I'm okay with the possibilities that it opened up, as long as we don't irrationally forget that we can stun people again.

>>32374302
After our obligatory hero "oh god I killed a man" trauma, I seriously doubt that we're gonna do that.

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>>32374302
I fell asleep when after dad gave us the money due to it being 4 am on the east coast but I doubt anyone forgot. From what I read after I woke up it seems like people didn't want to expose themselves as a hero which is reasonable. Then again we have had no training with fire arms so there's the fact that no one mentioned That.
>tfw I want us to have training with fire arms
>tfw I want us to have training with swords and shit because fuck yeah swords man

>>32374267
>>32374202
You gotta look at this quest as a comic book.
No #1isnt going to just run this entire quest with us doing a mission for primus, go home, social link, sleep and repeat ad nauseum for each thread. Theres gonna be conflict and action and drama. Betrayal and redemption and all that bollocks. So dont be dissapointed if for now we join Primus right away, or becomea vigilante. Just play it by ear, by how you think Mike would react.
I personally see him joining Primus for the security and training and most importantly, the full college tuition that will be payed for him.
but he will still remain a little untrustful and wary of this organisation. Which will be fun.

>>32374410
Maybe instead of becomig a vigilante here in Millenium City and fighting against primus (hopefully not until thread 100 or whatever) we move to another city with a huge meta crime gangs problem and no military force there. Then we become full on BAT-THOR and stalk the night. Theres a shit ton of possibilites.

>>32374451
>another city
We don't even have to do that. OP mentioned that the West side of Millenium City is overrun with crime, so if we want to do that we can do it here.

>>32374451
How about Vibora Bay? They've got a lot of voodoo problems. Lots of Vampires and Werewolves too...and demons...and well, it's just a really nasty city on the baddies area. But it's pretty awesome aside from that! It's like New Orleans with superheroes!

Well...that's the way it is on CO, I don't know if #1 was planning on including it though. I hope he is!

>>32374501
>>32374480
Thats what im saying. Lots of options.
but for now, lets join Primus, attend college, become a detective.

>>32374528
We can do all that without joining the Primus. Hell, it's gonna be more fun to do it without joining the Primus.

>>32374528
>lets join Primus
Pls no

>>32374501
Also, whats vibora bay. Is this quest set in a video game universe or a tabletop game universe or something?

>>32374528
I'm actually half-expecting to go the vigilante route at first, trying to go it on our own, before finally being forced to work with big-named guys during some kind of crisis, being a main part of saving the day and then getting arrested or something. And then we get the choice. You either register and join us, register and stop heroingNot likely, or go to jail.

>>32374560
>implying we aren't going to go down a agility/speed tree
>implying we aren't just going to bolt away

>>32374544
There was an MMO based off the tabletop game. I don't know much about either of them other than I'm pretty sure it's supposed to be a largely generic super hero setting with a few different cool ideas.

I do know that QM has changed the registration laws and the enforcement of them to be a bit more antagonistic, though that's about the extent of my knowledge, aside from a few generic facts about some of the various villain and hero groups. It also looks like he's going for the whole 'The Champions are glory hounds' route, which I prefer.

>>32374589
What was the game called?